No Place | RÜFÜS DU SOL

Thank fucking God. A new RÜFÜS Du SOL track. I've been listening to it all week.

And just like lnnerbloom, it is that absolutely perfect song for that absolutely perfect moment.

 "That absolutely perfect moment" could be many things for many people. But for me, it's the moment when you love with your party* boyfriend.

No. Not your boyfriend that you went to a party with. Or the guy you met at a party who became your boyfriend. I'm talking about your party boyfriend. One of the most beautiful types of relationships.

It starts the same way every time: You go to a party with your friends. You do the rounds. You dance together in one room. You check out who's playing in another room. And when your friends want to go back to the other room, because they're not feeling it, you stay because you are. 

While dancing by yourself you connect with the people dancing around you. They nod. They smile. You nod. You smile. They introduce themselves. You introduce yourself. You introduce yourself again (because it's too damn loud and your name is too damn weird). You dance. They share treats. They give you water. And they become your party family - the people you've never met before, and will probably never see again, but who show you love and have your back the rest of the night. 

You go to another room to check out another DJ.

You dance. You smile.

He dances. He smiles.

He dances closer.

He compliments your dance moves. He asks your name. You share it. He shares his.

You dance. You smile.

He dances. He smiles.

You feel good.

You fan yourself because it's so damn hot**. He points in the direction of water. You head that way...together. 

You find out where each other is from. You talk about the DJ's you came to see. You talk about the last DJ's you saw. You run into your friends. You make introductions. You try not to engage with their "what's going on here?" looks. They head to the next room. You go with. He comes with.

You dance. You smile.

He dances. He smiles.

You feel good. 

You feel hands on your shoulders. Your party family has found you. They ask how you're feeling. They give you a little massage. They give you water. You make introductions. You dance. They dance. He dances. Everyone smiles. They give your shoulders one more go. They give you more water. They give you a hug and head off to another room.

You dance. You smile.

He dances. He smiles.

You feel good. 

He says he wants to check out another DJ. He asks if you want to come with. You nod and smile. He takes your hand and leads you from one dance floor to another.

You dance. You smile.

He dances. He smiles.

You feel good.

And he kisses you.

And right there you know.

There's no place you'd rather be.

You spend the rest of the night together dancing, smiling, dancing, kissing, running into friends, getting hydrated by your party family, dancing, smiling, and dancing come more. 

And You don't think about what comes next. You don't wonder if this will go anywhere. You don't ask yourself if he's going to ask for your number. Because all you care about is right now.

This night. This party. This absolutely perfect moment. With this beautiful boy you'll never see again.

So you keep dancing.

And you keep smiling.

And you savor every fucking second of it.