HER STORY:
I grab my girlfriend's arm on her birthday...we are at the bar waiting for the reserved tables to fill up with the guests invited. Turquoise little dress with beads, hair curled for just the right amount of that "natural look" we work on for a quarter of an hour, high heeled black boots, night eye make up on. I went for hot and sexy- and I knew I had hit it. Ready to find my man for the night. To Tia-"Who are the attractive men coming tonight?"
Let's back up a bit.
This is normally not me.
I am the good little girl who wears her street clothes out dancing to practice on her free style. The girl who gets nervous looking guys directly in the eye with the come hither look...flirting effectivly is out of the question. I am the sweet one never wanting to hurt or use others. I am the completely sane good girl. But behind every bitch is the once sane good girl pushed to her limits by a complete asshole. So the last few months were a progression of high heels, short club skirts, pizza stops at 2 am to soak up the vodka, random hook ups and one night stands..all proving to me the truth I had told myself- that all men are assholes and each is like the one before, slightly different in size, shape or lines...
Yup, I was out to use and abuse. Let them spend their money and run their mouths and I'll get my groove on on the dance floor and then peace out when the music stops. Single lady in her zone, ready to pick through all the men in the club because of the one who had taken the time- after 8 months of dedication and 1 month before I was going to uproot my life and business to move 751 miles away to a god forsaken town to be together- to send me a text saying it was over.
Ok. Back in the black high heeled boots and turquoise dress. Dance music blasting, rockin out on the dance floor... not bothering to scan any longer because obviously all the men here were not what I wanted to spend effort on. I was just gonna do me and lay it out on the dance floor.
And then He walked in.
Grey button up shirt open nonchalantly on a black tee, blond hair just the right amount of styled in that fohawk that drives me wild
I could see him through the crowd and the heads of drunken dancing people because he was taller than anyone in the room, except for his friend who was with him...My dancing slowed, I shifted to follow him with my eyes to see where he was headed...
Wait...I know him...ugh seeing people from high school is always weird...damn he is tall...he looks more...manly. Niiiice..way to grow up..good for you...what's his name?? Brad?? Hmmm...He must know people in our group...oh I love this song!...
My hand is grabbed, my best friend is tugging on me, eyes bright and dreamy with alcohol. "Girl, come meet my hot friend Brad!"
I'm dragged over...he is sitting down at the table...looks up. My shy smile comes out as I awkwardly nod as my friend says each our names..."Hey... how are ya...we went to high school together...I don't know if you remember me..."
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