Chris and My B'day Celebration--Part II 10/10/2003
The next night, I decided to continue celebrating my birthday. Lisa, Lauren, and Nicole all went on an unexpected road trip to Boston and Toni went to NYC with her new boyfriend and her roommate. So my apartment, Corinne, and Erin all planned to hang out that night. Maria and I decided to make run to Price Shopper with Corinne to get the ingredients for s’mores. Maria had mentioned that she never had them before, which is totally unacceptable. And besides…we have a gas stove and we were planning on getting high that night..hehehe….
Tanya came over that night too and we smoked her up for the first time.We sat around discussing sex for awhile when Big started asking me if I was a virgin or not. I admitted I was and Big replied,"Well I think that’s cool." I thought it was so awesome of her to not treat me like a freak. Corinne, earlier this semester, asked me if I was a virgin, and since Corinne is a real bigmouth, I denied that I was. So Corinne says "Good! I can’t be friends with virgins! Only losers (she actually used the term ‘herbs’) are virgins at21." I mean, I’m sure she wasn’t serious about not being able to be friends with virgins, but it still hurt. I mean, why am I a loser, or herb, because I didn’t want to have sex with a random guy?? But anyway, back to the story…
Corinne and Erin came over later. In total I think I smoked about five bowls and had three drinks (about six shots) of 99 Apples, which is a type of vodka that’s 99 proof. So by the time we got to the club, I was pretty fucked up. The night started out normally enough with me and my friends dancing around. Then this random guy taps me on the shoulder and says "Hey what’s up?" Not the most interesting come-on line, but it’s better than "Hey baby, you’re hot, let’s fuck" or something equally stupid. As it turns out, his name is Chris, he’s a 19 year-old sophomore (which I was not pleased with) and he actually lives on my old floor in my old dorm, right down the hall where my old room used to be. We talked for a bit until I realized me friends had disappeared. I told him I couldn’t find my friends and that I’d be right back. Now, I had no intenton of coming back because, normally, in bars, guys don’t hang around waiting for you. I found my friends and continued dancing. The kid comes back over to me a little while later and says,"Hey artist you wanna dance?"Now, he may be a 19 year-old but I give him props for two reasons. One, he asked me to dance, and didn’t just grab me from behind and start grinding against my backside like most guys do. Two, he not only remembered my name, but actually had the guts to come back over to a girl who had walked away from him. How could I say no?
He was an OK dancer so I figured I’d survive dancing for a song or two with the gutsy, good-looking, not-so-bad dancing sophomore. There’san unwritten bar rule that after two (maybe three) songs, you stop dancing with a person and either A) get their number and leave or B) leave. However,he kept dancing with me so I figured what the hell. He was actually being a gentleman and keeping his hands out of my shirt and firmly above my waist, which I greatly appreciated. Plus, my friends were nearby so if he did start getting smart I could always just walk away. But he kept on behaving, which totally shocked me, especially for someone his age. We talked for a little bit until he started kissing me. I haven’t randomly kissed someone in a bar for so long; it felt really odd and almost out of place. I mean, granted it’s a bar, but I always get irritated when I see a couple just making out on the dance floor. A girl walking by us made a really snooty comment, which I didn’t quite catch. I felt kind of bad so I stoppedit and continued dancing. For the rest of the night we alternated between dancing, talking, and kissing.
He was an OK kisser…I feel boys should have to take a mandatory, year-long course on kissing their senior year of high school and possibly a refresher course in college. So many boys don’t know how to kiss properly. You’re not supposed to devour the girl’s mouth and then slobber all over it…or jam your tongue into the girl’s throat…but whatever…I’ve kissed far worse.
He was good with his hands though. Like he’d pin my hands behind my back while kissing me; it sounds so dirty, but I love it when boys do shit like that…The feeling of being quasi-helpless to a boy…But yea…the kissing sessions started getting longer, which I ended up stopping because it really was getting out of hand.
It was getting towards 3 am, and no offense to Chris, but I was getting bored. I had smoked too much before coming there and just wanted to go to sleep. And besides, I hate being teased. I mean, we’re in the middle of a bar, we really can’t do too much…and I kind of wanted to. I almost wished I still lived on my old floor…hooking but would’ve been a helluva lot easier if he was down the hall. I wasn’t about to take a starnge boy, no matter how much of a gentleman he was, back to my apartment, and I sure as hell wasn’t going back to his cramped suite with him. So I did what I normally do and lied, saying I had to use the bathroom (I omitted to mention that I’d be right back this time, thinking maybe he’d get the hint). I pretended to talk on my cell for a few minutes, giving him ample time to leave. Most guys, as I said before, don’t normally stick around waiting for a chick to come back…especially one that has already walked away from him. I wasn’t wearing my glasses, but I thought I saw him standing by the bathroom entrance with his buddies.
I’ve been bar hopping since my first semester of sophomore year, and I think it’s made me cynical. You don’t meet nice boys in bars…you just don’t. You hook up, or possibly give out your number to a boy that never ends up calling you, and that’s it. I mean, I really liked Engineer Boy and he never called. So why bother set myself up for disappointment…?
So I walked past Chris and his friends towards my friends, and asked Big if she wanted to leave. We were making plans to leave the club when Chris once again taps me on the shoulder and asks,"artist, can I get your number?" He asked so sweetly I couldn’t say no. I couldn’t say anything for a second because I was so surprised. He was such a nice guy, especially for someone his age. So I figured what the hell, and gave it to him. Then, he surprised me even further by asking for my screen name…I shocked myself by being sober enough to write my screen name legibly, and correctly, on his arm with a random pen I had in my bag. By the time I got back to my apartment, he had already IMed he, basically just to say hi.
The next night he IMed me asking me if I was going out. I told him I wasn’t (I really wasn’t, I stayed in to do work, like the nerd that I am) so he says,"Well OK, but if you end up going out, look for me." So yea…it’s now Wednesday that I’m finally completing this entry and we’ve been IMing each other back and forth…so we’ll see…..My birthday celebration definitely kicked ass though.
Phobia of the Day: Diplophobia- Fear of double vision
Until my next ramble
Artist
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