Ok, so it's been quite a while since I've last posted but a lot has happened. On Christmas eve my mother's computer ended up with a horrible virus and thanks to the wonderful computer works of my friend Eric and AVG virus protection 40 something trojans were removed from the system. Just days after Christmas I fell horrible ill with a mystery disease that caused the glands in my neck to swell up and I couldn't breath or swallow. Following an ER visit the mystery was solved,... I had Mono. I think I got it from work, I work in a library, very public place and germs are everywhere. I do not go off kissing strangers so I didn't get it from kissing anyone. The only person I had kissed before I had gotten sick was not infected prior to us kissing and thankfully I didn't infect him. That took me about a week to get the swelling down, it still hurts to swallow very cold drinks fast and I'm still tired and a little weak but I managed to lose 10 pounds on my diet of chicken broth and spaghetti o's,... that's just about all I could swallow. So after getting better my friend Eric and I ventured out to this new club called the Colosseum with our friends that we met at Club Hell back in October. Now I'm not usually a club dweller,... I'm a shy book reading shut in and October was my first club visit and I loved it. So the Colosseum kind of sucked, crappy rap/pop remixes of songs from the early 90's,... I'm not a fan of rap to begin with, no seats unless you're a VIP and almost no one was dancing. About an hour in we decided to walk down the street to Club Hell. Did I mention I was wearing a dress and it was freezing outside? I was, which may not seem like a big deal unless you know me. I never wear anything but jeans and t-shirts and high top chuck taylors. Eric took me shopping the day before to pick out a dress because I seriously cannot dress myself. I'm a complete and total tom boy and Eric dresses better than me so I trusted him and it turned out very well. We found a nice brown and black strappy dress with a print and a nice sweater wrap thingy that fit nice and was on sale. Unfortunately I was wearing heels because again, all I own is chuck taylors and they didn't go with the dress and I was out of money so I had to use the shoes that I already had. Big mistake, after two hours people probably thought I was drunk I was stumbling around so much. Anyway, we walked to Club Hell. This place is perfect! Friday is rock and roll high school playing stuff from the 80's and 90's like KISS, The Clash, Def Leppard and so on and it's only $5 to get in. YAY! So now this is perfect, I'm happy to be back in my habitat and the best thing happens, the song that David Bowie sang in the Labyrinth (you remind me of the babe) comes on and before I know it I lost control of myself and climb up on these stage things with Stacy and Jen and start dancing. I was happy. Usually I don't dance but that night I was on a mission, I was going to have fun and I did. Here comes my favorite part, Eric decided I needed to dance with boys other than him, so far I had stayed in my little group of 4 friends so he drags me kicking and screaming to the dance floor and starts dancing with me because his philosophy is boys always want what another boy has and it kind of worked. I was actually retreating from the dance floor after two failed songs and I made eye contact with this super hansom guy and we both did a double take kind of thing and I said "Hi" a little under my breath not expecting him to pay attention but he was and he started dancing with me to a KISS song. Now there's a fair amount of distance between us and there's a drunk guy hanging around this cute guy like he knows him. So Cute guy leans in and starts talking about the music and swears up and down that he doesn't know the drunk guy who, thankfully, disappears after the end of the song and I'm thinking this is too good to be true then he gets closer. I'm not talking a step forward closer I'm talking bodies touching closer and I'm a little surprised. Again, I'm a shut in, I spend my free time with books, not boys and boys don't usually like me because I'm semi-smart and like to have intellectual conversations instead of giggling and popping my gum and twirling my hair around my fingers. On top of that I'm not very good looking, I have glasses and freckles and I'm not too thin like most guys like. So now we're really close,... and here's where we come to the dreaded To Be Continued because my clock says it's 12:14 AM and I have work in the morning. So the continuation will hopefully be here tomorrow and it has to do with me, a cute guy, and a dexy's midnight runners song. Good night!
FEBRUARY 4 2010 7:56pm
Ok, here's the edited continuation of the previous post, I say edited because it's already a long post and no one reads this anyway so who really cares. So I'm dancing with the cute stranger guy and we're just chatting about little things like the music and where we live and his hand settles itself on my hip,... ok we'll let this slide because I'm having fun and he's not trying to cop a feel or anything yet,... keyword there being yet, so one of my favorite songs comes on, Come On Eileen by Dexy's Midnight Runners. If you don't know this song off the top of your head look it up right now, watch the video on youtube if you can. Seriously, GO NOW! It is the hardest song to try to sing! The lyrics sound different than what they actually are, in another post I'll paste in the lyrics, I sat down and decoded them with a few internet versions. Anyway I mention that I love it and he starts singing it and he's doing pretty great. Cute guy knows his stuff! He's the only one I've ever met that knows the song and most of the lyrics so far. Anyway, after this I kind of got lost, I wasn't paying attention to the people around me or the songs that were playing, I was paying attention to how much I liked dancing with this guy. How much I liked his hand on my back, how wonderful his cologne smelled, how his back felt under my hands and how much I loved it when he put his hand on the side of my neck and played with the back of my ear,... Then he kissed me. I know I said I don't go off kissing strangers and I don't but he caught me off guard and I just got lost. I kissed him back and then I felt his tongue in my mouth and all senses snapped back to where they were supposed to be and I stopped. You just can't go kissing people you don't know! How do you know where they've been? What did he know about me that made him feel comfortable about kissing me? Do only girls think about this? So this is where things started getting,... how do I want to say this,... challenging. He was still decent after I wouldn't kiss him, he still wanted to dance with me like it never even happened and then he started saying stuff like how much he liked me, how there was something about me he liked, he said I was cute and that the way I kept pushing my glasses up was cute. At this point my brain worked out two options, he was either (1.) trying to set me up for a one night stand, or (2.) he actually liked me. I don't know which one I'd like to believe right now, well, I'd like to believe the second of the two. So turns out he was a smoker and I'm not. He asked if I'd like to go outside with him to this smoking area they have and I said no because I'm mildly allergic to smoke and didn't think that my hacking and coughing would be attractive so I said I'd check in with my friends seeing as I was one of their rides and he said he'd find me. He said this a couple of times to reassure me but I ended up loosing him. I really don't think he was blowing me off, if he was trying to he wouldn't have asked me to go outside with him. He probably thought I blew him off. Anyway, that's it. Not much of a story I know, but it was an interesting adventure for me. I'm going back to Club Hell tomorrow night with my friends, I wonder what adventures will come out of this. Goodnight!-Katie
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