Have you watched One Tree Hill? Did you watch that television series. Everyone had gotten intimate with everyone in the group at some point. Its the twenty first century, we are all friends in a group like the television series Friends. Yes, television influences relationships, dating has become a global culture, friends with benefits will be soon. Oh & thanks to the inspiration of television couples for that! No?
So we were a crowd, a crowd of tight friends, like Friends, all ready for an awesome night out. The club, Enigma, leather seats, glass tables, lounge, cocktail specialist, sofas in the shisha room. Six chics, four guys. Amongst us, some had dated each other & were fighting, but we still hang out together. They talked to everyone but each other.
Obviously they sat furthest from each other. Usually, you wouldnt notice the friction between them.
She pulled his hand, the girl in a navy blue dress. I like that girl, she knows i gaze at her, not stare, i gaze at her with dreamy eyes. But she pulled his hand from the seat. I was sure he, being my friend and knowing i had the hots for Miss. navy-blue dress. He would calmly turn down the offer to dance.
So i sipped a big one. I laughed a fake one. I pretended not to mind, that his hands was on her waist. Her bosom was close to his chest. If her sharps were erect, they would have felt his chest. But i pretended i didn't notice. That i didn't mind.
"Bobby, you having a good time..."
"pardon?"
"a-r-e y-o-u having a goooooood time?"
"oh yes, yes!"
Yeah right! I was having a really really good time! Nkt. I guessed everyone around the table noticed. Perhaps my eyes were swollen red with envy? Jealousy? Frustration? Was it the reason why they were asking me if i was having a good time? I had to hide it. I couldnt let anyone know i was hurting. So i started playing with my phone.
"wow, you can dance!"
She said. She was glowing, a little sweat. The guy really sweaty, sipping the beer like he was thirsty, like it was water.
F f f. I watched, i died. I squeezed my eyes shut. Then i opened them again. Was i trying to disbelieve what i was seeing. I think she noticed.
"we dance?"
She pulled my hand. Her hand covered in sweat from another man. Why was i smiling? How low could i go? Why was i smiling at her. That finally she wanted to dance with me? As a second option? How low could i go?
"no..."
I was blushing like a child. Her hand was on mine. She pulled me forcefully, i almost toppled over the long bar stool, but i didn't cause i almost toppled over the table, but i didn't topple it over, i just shoke it so that all the drinks on the table poured. Glasses broke.
"Bobby!"
Everyone was mad for a second. But they were just drinks, its not like they wouldn't be washed away from there clothes. Its not like i had messed the floor to our table with broken glasses!
"we dance... Sorry."
After the mess was cleared by the waiter, i stood up to dance. But it was too awkward to dance. After that incident, something are just meant not to happen, especially when glasses break & things pour when you attempt to. So i declined. I sat down, then watched them go back to dance dance. She bends over, he holds her waist. She bends over, he holds her waist and thrust forward. I feel as if being buried alive would be more humane, but it wouldn't, would it? Her dress lifts up a little. Se tries to pull it down, but she is smiling.
I decide i hate her. But i don't. He puts his hand on her back. I hate him, hell, i hate everyone!
She stands up, she faces him. She puts his hands on her waist. He puts his around his neck. But he removes her hands from his neck, gently, ati sasa cause he has dignity, my foot. Do you think he did that cause he cause knows i like her? His sh.
What the f are you doing man!
Everyone is having a good time. If i didn't have two left feet, maybe i would slice. What would you do? Thats what people do on the dance floor, they slice. But only people who can dance. Too bad i cant do anything but be a cartoon on the dance floor.
I don't want to yawn, cause i know if i do. I might cry. And the people around me will not understand. I will no longer be that guy they put on the pedestal. That guy who knows everything about howtogetlaid.
So i don't yawn.
There is a girl across the table next to our table. She is wearing a head gear. So, already she has lost points on that. She is not like the girl in the navy blue dress. But at least her, she isnt sweaty.
I wink at her. Cause when you feel as hurt as i did, you are brave enough to wink. I dont look away when she makes eye contact, cause when you look away, then look back at her you look like a creep.
The first few seconds you make eye contact with her, you approach holding eye contact and say hi. She then thinks you are confident. Nailed it.
Next thing i remember is for the first time in my life i felt what being high was. I felt what being drunk was. I remember starting to get really inappropriate then nothing else.
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I found myself being helped to walk by three people. Two were my friends, guys the ones i went out with. The other one was a girl. The one we were out with, who never spoke to me when we were out. But i sat next to her.
"no, not the carpet!"
I couldnt feel myself. I remember complaining that they shouldn't step on my beautiful carpet with there dirty muddy shoes. Really? Was i complaining? And they had gone out of there way to carry me home.
They put me on the bed, one removed my shoes. The other placed the pillow right under my head.
"Bob, the key is on the window pane..."
"whattttttt?"
"the keyyyyyy is on the window pane, we will lock the door and leave throw the keys into the house through the window ..."
I closed my eyes cause it felt nice closing them.
"text me tht..."
"what?"
"text me that so that i remember..."
The moment they were out. I half sobered up. Why does that happen? I tried to find my way to the kitchen. Wow do i love that i have a corridor. It really helped cause i could suspend my body with my hands between the two walls. I got to the kitchen, leaned on the fridge, that door was heavy, but i opened it. I got a bottle of keringet. And downed it all at once. Then i threw the bottle on the wall. And the lid to the sink. I was still mad.
I walked out slowly supporting myself. I checked three times that i had closed the fridge.
Shoot, my carpet! The carpet has a foot print of dirt on its edge. I dropped onto it like a bag of potatoes. My phone was there. Checked my messages.
-the key is at your window pane. Call me when you wake up!
I forwarded the text, minus the last part.
-the key is at your window pane.
She called.
"are you sure? You aren't sober!"
"i am sure..."
"okay, am coming."
I took my wallet out of my pocket. I really hoped i had one. I really hoped i had one, i did. One Durex. Yessssssss! And i slept right there on the carpet. Very far away from the stain.
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When morning came. I felt aweful. I woke up alone but i saw her head gear. I remembered putting on the rubber, i remember not enjoying it as much. I remember trying not to come. But then i remembered, hey am high. So i am forgiven for coming too early. So i let. Then i slept. Then i complained to her about the girl in the navy blue dress. When she was offended, i started to tell her how tight she was, how nice it felt, how she had bigger curves than the girl in the stupid navy blue dress, she laughed.
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Did i tell you where i found her in the morning? I found her in the sitting room. She was wrapped up in my bedsheets watching television taking coffee.
"i need to go to court..."
"okay."
I showered. The head ache didnt go. I felt sick. I felt like throwing up. But i needed a distraction. So i needed to get out of the house. And what other place to go, than the place I will win. A place I run the show, no, not the dance floor. The court floor.
I wore a blue stripped shirt, cause it looked ironed, even when it doesnt it looks nicely raggedly, wore a pair of black suit trousers. Black shoes, i was glad they were polished. I sprayed my cologne, brushed my teeth, rinsed with my mouth wash so that i could feel better.
"can i stay, i will bring you the keys in town..."
I hesistated. But what the hell.
"sure!"
And now am in court. And suddenly i feel at ease. What i thought was the high court, was the chief magistrate court. And i have been sitting there listening not knowing for so long!
But now am in the high court. Am not on the dance floor. Am where I win.
