My girlfriend and I went out clubbing on Saturday. I would have rather stayed home and watched a video and made popcorn or something. It’s not that I have a problem with partying or drinking, but I despise nightclubs. Yeah I’m dull, I admit it. She likes it though.
Most of the nightclubs in town are for people over the age of 21. We are both only 18 but that’s not a problem. She never fails to charm our way past the bouncers. No fake ID’s are needed. I just hold onto her small hand and we just glide smoothly past the velvet ropes. While the people in line behind us send imaginary daggers into our backs I can Imagine. Saturday was no different. We went to four different 21+ clubs, no problem at all.
Around midnight we hit the last club. We sat by the bar, which was a bit sheltered from the dance floor. A bruise colored blue sheen from neon lights above the bar gently illuminated us. She met this friend of hers and they started gossiping. I just tuned completely out. I swung around in the barstool and placed my elbows on the wet bar disk. I started playing with a soggy Carlsberg coaster and a couple of peanuts, in an attempt to look as bored as possible. Childish I know. This guy came up to the bar and sat in the barstool next to me. I looked over and I gave him a nod. He smiled back and stuck his hand in my face. I didn’t expect this. I’m not to keen on overfriendly strangers.
I reluctantly shook his hand. I read palms during even the briefest of handshakes. I never trust anybody I’ve just met. This guy seemed okay though and he also looked about as bored as I was. I think we started out talking about Sweden and England’s chances in the World Cup. Candy is dandy, but football is quicker. He asked me what I was drinking and then he ordered two dewy fresh beers.
Me: “The next round is on me.”
Him: “No don’t worry about it.”
Me: “Okay then, I wont.”
Free beer? What a cool guy, I remember thinking. So we talked some more and he me told this really funny story. As I was wiping laughter tears from my eyes he suddenly leans forward.
Him: “Do you want to dance?”
Me: “…wah?”
Him: “I just love this song.”
Alarm bells were ringing.
Me: “Um… I’m actually here with somebody else.”
Him: “Oh, who?”
I point my thumb over my shoulder towards my girlfriend.
Me: “Her.”
Him: “Her?”
He frowned slightly.
Me: “What?”
I turned around. Damn it! She was sitting with her back towards me acting like she didn’t know me. I could see she was trying to suppress her laughter by the way her shoulders were trembling. I turned back towards him again.
Him: “I see…”
Me: “Yeah.”
I spun my squeaky barstool around again in panic and snapped her bra strap. She yelped in delightful terror.
Her: “Ouch! Yes, he’s with me. For now.”
Him: “Okay I understand, too bad. Goodnight then.”
Me: “Okay, goodnight.”
He laughed it off and shook her hand and then he walked into a wall of bodies. My girlfriend grabbed my hair and hugged me tightly. Her friend leaned intrusively in and told me he was “way out of my league”. I told her to go home. In the damp taxi ride back to my house my girlfriend jokingly called me a “slutty tease”, while nibbling at my ear. And that’s exactly what I felt like. A tease.
Then again I had no idea whatsoever that he was coming on to me. Does it sound like I was flirting?
I don’t think so myself. We were only talking. I must admit that I felt really flattered though. Still I feel horrible for the way I handled that awkward situation. Feel free to slap me around a bit if I come of as a bit homophobic or ignorant. I think I’m going to reread those ‘Ask the Gay Guy’ threads.
If I ever see him again I’ll buy him a beer. Promise.
I’m such a jerk.
