The other night I actually went out. Yes yes you can stop gasping in semi-faux shock now. Also, I’m starting to want to date again. So yes that also means I’m feeling better.
Now back to the story!
After two days of ditching outings that I hadn’t really committed to, but planned to go to anyway, I really needed to get out of the house if only just to prove to myself that I could in fact get out of the house.
Plus it was an outing with Huew for the icing on the cake.
It ended up being the best night I’ve had in a long while and yet left me feeling very sad at the end. It is probably a good example of why I am still single.
The event was at a club that I really want to love as it’s based on a part of my cultural heritage that isn’t very well represented in Austin, but every time I’ve gone there its been either boring because no one is there or boring because you can’t move or talk to people because its too crowded. The layout leaves a lot to be desired.
The place was empty with the exception of our group. Huew greeted me as is his job as host, and we talked for a while. We talked with others, each other, and more to each other. We engaged in sexy banter.. which I clearly got the impression that I am not his type, and yet he swung it back to maybe I am.
Let me explain:
He saw this girl getting out of a booth not far away. She was dressed in a red/black bustier with itty bitty lace skirt and leggings. She was a larger woman with big breasts, so there was a whole ton of skin showing in the chest area. The bustier was also not well fitted for such a large bosom, and gave the impression that the boobs could roll out at any moment, but they did not.
He said, “Woah”
I replied, “What’s wrong?”
He did his best not to look back at her, but said, “That’s just too much”
I teased, “What you don’t like that?” (I knew full well what he was getting at, but I wanted him to say it.)
He said, “Not…*verbal fumbling*..”
I again teased, “Oh sure, well.. I’ll just have to remember not to wear that when you’re around, its ok.”
He smiled, “Well, at home you do right?”
I laughed “Oh of course, all the time. But it’s be too much for you.”
He tried to back track, “Well in public.. and well.. on.. ”
I shot him a quizzical look.
“Maybe on someone smaller it’d be ok.”
(Ah see there’s the gist of it.) I attempted to not look offended. The woman, other than nearly spilling out of her top, looked fan-freaking-tastic, and I admired her courage to wear it.
“Uh huh… I’ll just remember not to wear such things when you’re around.” I threw in a smile and a slight wink for good humor.
“well maybe for a costume party or something it’d be ok.. and of course at home”
The conversation was interrupted at that point by drunk skinny chick which Huew informed me had barely had one cocktail. Which lead to Huew and I sharing drunk stories. Huew blacks out if drunk enough. I just often wish I would have; there are things I do drunk that I’d rather not remember I did.
The party then moves to another location suggested to us by the party girl. I really don’t like this girl. She’s nice. So I don’t really have any reason to dislike her personally, but she’s one of those girls that preys on men. She has to have a man. If she doesn’t bring one, she’ll find one there. She’ll get them all to buy her drinks, and do things for her. She never drives anywhere. A mutual friend of ours has told me that she’ll call everyone she knows and make up stories so she doesn’t have to drive. (I suppose in a way I’m probably jealous of her tenacity at selfishness.)
We get there, and we all place ourselves at a small table. We’d lost a few people in the transition, but there were a good seven or eight of us left. I sit down, and Huew sits next to me. We talk a bit and flirt. He complains because the band isn’t on yet, and that we’d arrived during a break. I told him that it was a good time to get to know everyone in the group. He saw my point, but replied.
“But I already know you.”
“No you don’t.”
“Well, we’re friends on Facebook. So I know you.”
I fake sighed and pretended to be offended that he thought getting to know me was boring. He tried to dig himself out of that hole. He of course was flailing and failing at that.
“Well we can switch seats if you want, so you can get to know her” I offered as I pointed to the girl next to me.
He smiled, “No no, you’re ok where you are.”
I looked at him feigning frustration. “Ok, so really, you’re just not going to stop complaining until the band comes on?”
He smiled and replied, “well yeah”
I laughed. “Alright, then to even things out, I’m going to start complaining once the band comes on. You know, for balance.”
The band came on, and it wasn’t his kind of music. It was 40’s & 50’s R&B. Stuff I like. Well mostly stuff I like to sing to, but still stuff I like. So he still bitched, but I ignored his complaints and enticed him out on the dance floor.
It was then I got hit on. A nice bald man was dancing with one of the other girls from our group and she introduced us. He seemed all over me like I was the most beautiful women in the room. He then offered to buy us drinks. She ordered a vodka cranberry, and I wanted a vodka on the rocks. He then leaned in and asked what vodka I wanted. I nearly said “Any is fine” but thought better. My luck he’d bring me back some Absolut which I just cannot abide. So I said, “The well here isn’t bad, either that or Ketel One.” He told me that he wouldn’t subject me to well vodka but that he’d be back with Ketel One.
So I figured he really liked me, or he was crazy. A few minutes later after I thought he’d headed to the bar, he was again dancing with the other girl a few feet from me.
I thought, “Yeah, I’m betting he’s crazy”
I didn’t take long to ponder it, as they ran into me again, and he went off to get us drinks. As soon as he left, we were surrounded by two other men wanting to dance with us. They were hot, sexy, and educated. So, hot hot and hot. They were a ton of fun, then Baldy came back with our drinks. And yes, mine was filled with Ketel One.
As soon as Baldy returned though, he escorted the other girl to be alone dancing with him. My crazy alarm went off. I sidled up next to her and whispered for her to be careful with him, and then was spun away into a slow dance with Mr Hot Hot and Hot. I haven’t slow danced in ages. It was a blast.
After the dance was over, I went to go check on Huew and the others since I’d not seen them in a while. (yeah probably why I’m single) They’re in another part of the club that is playing rock tunes, and they decide it’s time to leave.
It’s about then that the “other girl” shows up. The one Baldy had swept away. She sees me and runs over.
“OMG, you’ve got a sixth sense. He was fucking crazy. I left him to dance with someone else and he wigged out and tried to make me stay with him and started stalking me.” She went on telling me that she’d used Mr Hot Hot and Hot (and his friends) as cover/safety, until Baldy finally went away.
Seriously, any dude that insists on paying premium liquor prices when given the option for cheaper for a stranger that’s just friends with the girl he wants.. crazy assed bastard.
So we run back to the club we were at before. There’s a few more people there, but barely. We hit the dance floor, and I get hit on. (It’s like there’s a sign on my head, “Just back into dating” its possible it could be a “Needs to get laid” sign, but I don’t think I was giving that vibe no matter how true it is.)
His name is Brad, and my lack of interest made him disappear. *POOF* (again, probably why I’m single)
However, not long after that is when Louis showed up. He was cute. Mexican cute. He had that geeky aura, and honestly was right my type.
He was there with his best girlfriend. He explained that she’d just gotten through a bad breakup and he was trying to cheer her up.
Had she not been there, had he not made excuses for why he was with her, had Huew not been there, I’d have been all over Louis. (yes probably another reason I’m single)
Instead, I got into their business. He introduced me to Claudia (pronounced Cloud-ia), and I bent to whisper in her ear, “You know he’s into you right?”
She replied back scoffing at the idea, “No, I’m pretty sure he’s into you.”
“You’re wrong. He really likes you. That’s why he’s here right now.”
She didn’t believe me, and she asked him. His initial response was shock, back peddling, and then almost denial.
“Oh don’t try to deny it. One or both of you has a thing for other. Ooo Or maybe.. have you two already dated once?”
They both quickly said they hadn’t dated. He had met her while she was dating someone else.
“Ok, well then.. sorry Louis to out you like this, but Claudia he likes you. I think you like him too. You’re going to have to deal with this sometime.”
I go back to dancing. Louis goes back to hitting on me, and I give him just enough encouragement to keep him there.
Then Claudia whispers to me, “You know I think he really likes you.”
I stop dancing turn around, and whisper to her. “Girl, I’ve seen this before. I’ve been there done that from where I am and from where you are. If you like him, you need to take him now before someone like me snatches him up.”
They disappeared shortly after that.
About a half hour later, our group decides to leave. Huew is hungry and we decide to go to this 24 hour diner that isn’t far away. That’s when the other guy backs out and says he’s just going home. The other girl left also decides to go home. Huew and I try to talk them into going.
They firmly decline and since they were parked near each other, they walked to their cars together.
Huew and I were parked near each other, and so we walked to our cars together as well.
As we’re walking, we talk about the night and how it went. It comes to the point where he wants to veer off course to his car.
“Where are you parked?”
“Just over there..” I point.
“Are you ok making it there by yourself?”
“Sure. You still wanting to get something to eat?” I say hopefully.
“Naw, I’ll just grab some Jack in the Box or something.”
“Oh ok” I try to say as if it didn’t matter to me.
This is how I know we’re just friends. No guy who likes a girl would refuse to spend one on one time with her while it was still in the non-pressure non-date setting.
Guess I can hope that Louis and Claudia don’t work out, and he *poofs* into my path again.