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Late into an evening at a popular downtown club, an attractive but odd young woman finds herself on the dance floor not having nearly as much fun as everybody around her. Yes, she had encountered several suitors this evening, but once again, they all seemed the same or a different flavor of the same dish of creepy. Mechanically, she moved to the music, eyes closed, and wished that all the pretense of the club scene would magically fade away and she could find herself meeting a man who hated being here as much as she did. During this trance, a hand roughly moved down her back, and fingertips gently moved across her buttocks while an awkward voice called out, "Dear god, sorry about that!"
In this same evening at the very same club an odd young man finds himself on the dance floor being coaxed along by his two friends. They seem to stop, and attempt to engage women in dance for a time, before moving on to the next part of the dance floor. The young man, tries to remain composed but is swept along amidst the gyrating masses and having had a bit too much to drink. He stops with his friends and dances, but dares not look any woman in her eyes as the pressure of the situation currently is distressing enough for him. For a time, he closes his eyes and begins to dance and momentarily feels absolutley comfortable, forgetting where he is, or what he is supposed to be doing. The moment breaks when a much larger man, far more inebriated, backs into the unsuspecting dancer who throws his hand out to find his balance and finds what he does not realize to be a receptive counterweight. He apologizes, and disappears.
The odd young freezes as he glances for a moment into her eyes, hand now on her shoulder, awaiting for acknowledgement of his apology. She is taken by such tenderness and awkwardness amidst a sea of unbridled machismo and manages only a smile and a nod before she turns aware blushing. She stops dancing and watches as the young man disappears off the dance floor towards the restrooms. Something inside of her flashes as if she may never have a moment like this again and she ignores her friends and tries to follow. As she tries to move through the dance floor, she is bumped and grinded while trying to catch up with the man who has temporarily stolen her heart, and her wits.
The young man enters the bathroom and to his dismay sees that the urinals are little but oversized ceramic soup bowls jutting out from the walls. He much prefers the privacy of a stall, or urinals with protective barriers. He laughs at his own insecurity and proceeds anyways, unleashing an overdue torrent that brings him much pleasure. Again, he closes his eyes, and momentarily feels at peace with his surroundings. As he finishes, he turns around and his peace is broken by a familiar face.
Disregarding the cat calls and all senses of tradition or respect for social normalities, the eager young woman pushes past the small line of men waiting outside the bathroom. She sees the target of her desires expertly (up until now, everything this man has done was supreme) buttoning his trousers and she takes a moment to bite her bottom lip and prepare to meet his gaze.
There, standing behind him, was the woman from the dance floor, staring right at him. Completely baffled at seeing not only a woman in the men's bathroom, but one who he had inadvertently felt like he had fondled, the only words he could muster was, "You are the hottest transvestite I've ever seen in a man's bathroom." before quickly retreating without even bothering to wash as he was disgusted with himself.
The woman watched as the odd young man turned and referred to her as a transvestite. Absolutely shattered, she watched as he quickly walked away from her as he shook his head. Several waiting men laughed, while others leered lecherously at her body parts. Dignified, she strode out of the bathroom and headed to to the bar to take some shots.
Later that evening, the odd young man would meet a cat outside of a Denny's and call the owner's number listed on the tags. The owner would express no interest in the cat, and the young man immediately felt attached to the feline, and felt great regret as he left the restaurant wondering what might happen to this cat.
The odd young woman would later find herself begging a stranger to just take her home-- after she had agreed to go home with him, before realizing she might have made a mistake and drank way too much. She would later flee this stranger's apartment while he was in the bathroom and find a cab before finally arriving home.
While driving away from the woman's home, the cab driver would run over the cat from Denny's, as it tried to cross a busy street.
The end.
edit:
http://shockingcats.ytmnd.com/
Me? I can't sleep and have a 9am meeting tomorrow so I thought a sad story would make me sleepy, and it has. Dig my new LJ icon.
In this same evening at the very same club an odd young man finds himself on the dance floor being coaxed along by his two friends. They seem to stop, and attempt to engage women in dance for a time, before moving on to the next part of the dance floor. The young man, tries to remain composed but is swept along amidst the gyrating masses and having had a bit too much to drink. He stops with his friends and dances, but dares not look any woman in her eyes as the pressure of the situation currently is distressing enough for him. For a time, he closes his eyes and begins to dance and momentarily feels absolutley comfortable, forgetting where he is, or what he is supposed to be doing. The moment breaks when a much larger man, far more inebriated, backs into the unsuspecting dancer who throws his hand out to find his balance and finds what he does not realize to be a receptive counterweight. He apologizes, and disappears.
The odd young freezes as he glances for a moment into her eyes, hand now on her shoulder, awaiting for acknowledgement of his apology. She is taken by such tenderness and awkwardness amidst a sea of unbridled machismo and manages only a smile and a nod before she turns aware blushing. She stops dancing and watches as the young man disappears off the dance floor towards the restrooms. Something inside of her flashes as if she may never have a moment like this again and she ignores her friends and tries to follow. As she tries to move through the dance floor, she is bumped and grinded while trying to catch up with the man who has temporarily stolen her heart, and her wits.
The young man enters the bathroom and to his dismay sees that the urinals are little but oversized ceramic soup bowls jutting out from the walls. He much prefers the privacy of a stall, or urinals with protective barriers. He laughs at his own insecurity and proceeds anyways, unleashing an overdue torrent that brings him much pleasure. Again, he closes his eyes, and momentarily feels at peace with his surroundings. As he finishes, he turns around and his peace is broken by a familiar face.
Disregarding the cat calls and all senses of tradition or respect for social normalities, the eager young woman pushes past the small line of men waiting outside the bathroom. She sees the target of her desires expertly (up until now, everything this man has done was supreme) buttoning his trousers and she takes a moment to bite her bottom lip and prepare to meet his gaze.
There, standing behind him, was the woman from the dance floor, staring right at him. Completely baffled at seeing not only a woman in the men's bathroom, but one who he had inadvertently felt like he had fondled, the only words he could muster was, "You are the hottest transvestite I've ever seen in a man's bathroom." before quickly retreating without even bothering to wash as he was disgusted with himself.
The woman watched as the odd young man turned and referred to her as a transvestite. Absolutely shattered, she watched as he quickly walked away from her as he shook his head. Several waiting men laughed, while others leered lecherously at her body parts. Dignified, she strode out of the bathroom and headed to to the bar to take some shots.
Later that evening, the odd young man would meet a cat outside of a Denny's and call the owner's number listed on the tags. The owner would express no interest in the cat, and the young man immediately felt attached to the feline, and felt great regret as he left the restaurant wondering what might happen to this cat.
The odd young woman would later find herself begging a stranger to just take her home-- after she had agreed to go home with him, before realizing she might have made a mistake and drank way too much. She would later flee this stranger's apartment while he was in the bathroom and find a cab before finally arriving home.
While driving away from the woman's home, the cab driver would run over the cat from Denny's, as it tried to cross a busy street.
The end.
edit:
http://shockingcats.ytmnd.com/
Me? I can't sleep and have a 9am meeting tomorrow so I thought a sad story would make me sleepy, and it has. Dig my new LJ icon.