I was pretty tipsy when the bouncer waved me into Rush. I glared at Derrick for dragging me into such a poser place on a Friday night without having the decency to book a table. It was the good thing I had a bottle Chardonnay Sauvignon with Janice before Derrick’s driver came to get us.

We made our way to the bar, Aaron was waiting for us. He leaned over to kiss my cheeks and then Janice’s, and quickly mixed us some gin and tonic. I downed a couple of glasses as fast as I could before heading to the dance floor with Janice.

The dance floor was packed but so was the bar, and I’d rather be dancing than standing around looking bored. The music was crap but it didn’t bother me. Alcohol, in the right doses, can make even a Christmas carol danceable, unless of course the club starts playing Chinese Ah Beng pop songs.

We made our way back to the bar for more alcohol. Aaron was getting irritatingly touchy, and my feet were starting to hurt; it was one of those days I had a lapse in better judgment-I wore high heels. Thankfully, Janice spotted an empty table encircled by a nice lounge couch. When we got closer we realized it wasn’t exactly empty. A half full bottle of Martel, a jug of coke, some semi-full glasses and one bored looking dude littered the table.

“Could we share this table with you?” Janice seductively asked.

“Sure” he said, in an unmistakably Aussie accent.

Janice sat next to him and I sat next to her. Janice and Aussie dude, John seemed to get along, and I had a place to rest my feet and sober up. Three of us were merrily engaged in small talk when a slim, very annoyed and jealous looking Malaysian chick showed up. I instantly sensed she was not happy with what she felt as competition. She took her place, next to him and glared at Janice when she noticed that John was holding onto Janice’s name card.

Sensing that this could get ugly, I swapped places with Janice and made small talk to jealous chick. I asked is she frequented Rush and asked for her number; maybe we could go clubbing one day, oh, where did you buy your top? Blah, blah, blah. That probably helped diffused the situation. She asked me if we wanted the table, “they” were leaving soon. I got Janice to transfer Derrick and our bottles over while jealous chick dragged John off.

The Canto Pop session stopped and I was back on the dance floor. A few minutes later, I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was John.

“Hey, could I have your number?”

“Sorry, I don’t carry my business cards out on weekends.”

“Just tell me what it is. I am good with numbers, I won’t forget it.”

I don’t know what made me do it, “01X-XXXXXXX”.

He kissed me on the cheek, and left.

For someone who hates Rush, wears Addidas to clubs, and never ever gives out phone numbers to strangers, there must have been some form of divine intervention that night.

That is how I met my current love.