Disclaimer: This ones long.
Ok so, here’s the first real story post for a while from me. Recent events have left me somewhat unwilling to do much or to post about anything I’ve done.
But I said to myself “it’s time to get back in the game”. (I got that one from my “The Football Pundits Big Book Of Clichés)
Ok, I didn’t say that. I said to myself “I need a pint or six”.
Just at that very moment one of my m8’s called me.
Thursday night being a studenty night, and with the universities back, he had the idea of heading out to a club. Normally they are indie-ish these nights.
His flimsy excuse was he wanted to have a drink but what he really wanted, and later admitted to, was to grind some naive drunk 1st year 17 year old chick.
Now while I agreed that it’d be a good night to head out, I didn’t really share his goals of exploiting some poor country virgin girl on her first real night out in university as he did. I did however feel that there would be plenty of young 2nd 3rd and (possibly) 4th year girls about that ‘know the score’ and wouldn’t pang my conscience.
Though if a drunk sexy lascivious naive 1st year girl decided to exploit me, then who am I to argue
So yes, I decided to head out. Have some fun. Take my mind off things.
The other day the ex gf called and asked if I wanted to get back together.I was quite wary. But eventually after getting some reassurances from her (and apologies) I agreed to “see how it goes”. Hoping for some short term shagging at the very least, I was a little cheered up.
She didn’t answer her phone the day we were supposed to arrange to meet. Sent her a text, left it at that. Another day passed. Nothing. At this stage it was merely a minor distraction.
Eventually I got to talk to her and she revealed that she’s changed her mind (once more) and that she’d prefer not to “start things up again”.
I needed some relief. This is where the idea of nailing some free spirited student type came into it’s own.
Got ready. Realised I was too dressed up for a student night. Put on a (good, fashionable,) T-Shirt (received a comment about it “Ooo ironed. Fancy”), some casual pants (trousers for you British lot), threw on my good trainers/shoes and messed up my hair (as normal).
Had a few drinks in the bar. Plenty of talent. Unbelievable amount actually. Got talking to a couple of girls. Pleasant conversation. Nothing doing though.
Got somewhat drunker. Good. Liked that feeling. I had work at 8am the next morning and faced a 40min drive before hand but, hey, you’re only young and desperate once.
More alcohol. Feeling quite good now. Drink has a way of making your confidence seem bigger by making you invulnerable to that section of your brain that worries about what other people think.
Got up dancing. Dancefloor was packed. Hard to move. There was a group of girls that positioned themselves next to us. 3 girls, 1 beauty, 1 ok and 1 somewhat kicked girl. With my luck, the ugly one decided to make herself available to me. Positioned herself with her back to me and kept dancing into me, occasionally looking around.
Every move I made to access the other two was countered by that damn girl group thing of them all moving to keep her in line with me.
After a while of me not biting, they decided to move off.
Same thing happened with two short dumpy girls.
There were few hot women on the floor and it was getting packed with guys fast. Its that 2am syndrome where there’s nothing but guys who haven’t scored on the floor. This effect is fast approaching it seems, even though its not that late.
We move up the floor in one last attempt to get near some girls. There are a few about. Surrounded and circled like indians around a wagon train.
Those 3 from earlier are there. They move near us again. I see the ugly one being moved into position to try for me again. Without thinking I shift my body, make eye contact with the hot chick I’d been looking at in the group, smiled, did a suggestive face thing and then just took her. As in, just walked into the group and grabbed her in one fluid motion. Usually this results in being subjected to revenge from the others in the group but no. Got her. Yay!
Oh wait, I hadn’t planned this far ahead. I hadn’t actually planned this at all. So after a very brief moment of indecision I danced somewhat and then just kissed her. She suggested we sit down. Great! Score! In a manner I’ve not managed for eons, dancefloor moves.
We headed off to sit down and have a good grope in the semi darkness of the chill out area. Quite enjoying myself I was in no hurry to leave.
We got talking and she’s quite nice as well as being quite fit. I couldn’t believe my luck.
Then my ex gf walked past. I only noticed her when she stopped in front of the table and stared. Ignoring her (pretending I didn’t see her) I kissed lil miss hottie again in a good passionate manner. Clearly the ex didn’t like this. She looked pissed off quickly walked away out of my periphery vision.
To be honest, I didn’t think of her at all after that. Being somewhat preoccupied.
Having forgotten about my m8 I suddenly think of him when the club is over. Ringing his phone has no effect. The hotties friends were leaving so I got her number, she asked for mine, we agreed to meet up again and swapped a little more saliva.
Went looking for my m8. Nowhere to be seen. Was walking out when I saw the ex storming off in a huge hissy fit. Wondered what it was about.
Met my m8. He was laughing. He said some tall blonde chick had come up to him, grabbed him, said “you’ll do”, positioned him at the entrance to the chill out area and looked up as if she was looking for someone. He asked what she was doing and she just looked at him then angled him in a certain way and proceeded to eat the face off him.
Being somewhat taken aback by this he pushed her off for a moment and she acted strange, looked up as if she was looking for someone and desperately wanted to kiss him again. He called her a psycho and she stormed off in a huff just as I walked out. It was my ex. Clearly trying to make me jealous she’s hopped on the first guy she’s seen who’d happened to be my m8. The coincidence was quite interesting.
So walking home I see her walking with her friend towards us, she sees the both of us together, looks at me with panic and asks "do you know each other?!?". With a smile we both say we're m8's. She says something like "I didn't mean it" as she hurries off. Overall it wasn't her night. Which makes a fking change.
heh she deserved it, get stuck into the fit lass
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