hatin' on the club - pt. 1

on my birthday weekend i felt like i was the shit. i had my mojo. i had swagger for days. i was flyyy. when i went out with my friends on friday night, we danced up a storm at popstars (it's seriously like our version of cheers...you know, where everybody knows your name). as i was dancing, someone approached me from behind and said "you're a really good dancer." in my drunken state i blurted "thanks!" and flashed a smile. i looked at my friends and they raised their eyebrows hinting 'go talk to him!' i thought - why the hell not? it's my birthday!!! i started dancing with the guy and immediately wished it would end when he started dancing too. because MAN..he was bad. but i was determined to get a conversation out of this. i took him by the hand and dragged him off the dance floor. we had a conversation by the bar.

for the most part i can't even remember what we talked about. i just remember feeling a rush of adrenaline - almost like an out of body experience. was this really me? talking to a guy at a club? i don't even know how to flirt without sweat beads dripping down my forehead and here i was being ballsy and aggressive. honestly, the words we exchanged could've been gibberish, i was high off the feeling. and somehow i managed to ask this guy on a date. we exchanged numbers and hugged. "well, let's not be rude," i said. "let's get back to our friends tomorrow, we can figure out when we can hang out." slick. i thought. who was i?

i called him the next day. we had a pleasant conversation about the turn of events the night before. how he thought i was charming and a breath of fresh air. "i was glad you didn't pull me aside to have a make out session....you actually wanted to talk." he told me. after the phone call i was ecstatic but calm enough to remind myself not to get too head over heels. i couldn't even remember what he looked like. but i had a date lined up. i felt something different about this one. it felt new.

i couldn't really hate on the club anymore. i guess nice encounters happen there after all...

...to be continued...