ok... so this is actually predated material... stuff i should've written a while ago
so it's friday night, i'm looking forward to the black keys concert like hippies anticipated woodstock, and what happens? derek convinces me to come out to the AICHE or something date auction, where i'm pressured into bidding on dates. the first couple were friends of mine that i promised i'd bid on, the last was a humorous attempt to drive the price up. unwittingly, i doomed myself to a night of regret and disinterest, all for the low, low price of $25..
so i decide to make the best of it and go on this date, with the intentions of being a gentleman and having fun. upon arriving at bennigan's, i found my date already there, seated next to her friend from the organization. of course, knowing no one, i sat next to her and proceeded to greet and talk to everyone arriving at the table, since my date was busy chatting with her friend. a simple greeting and a couple of minutes of polite conversation aren't too much to ask for before brushing me off are they? jesus...
anyway... dinner goes along, she with her friend, i talking to the rest of the table, and i'm actually not feeling to badly about the situation because i'm having interesting conversations with the rest of the people. i'm witty, i'm charming, i'm novel... it's fun for all. but i still haven't been able to hold my date's attention for longer than a few sentences, even when i probe her for details about herself. c'est la vie, i suppose... the disinterest women hold for me should be directly proportional to the loathing i hold for myself, shouldn't it? ah well... so we're supposed to have "group activities" after diiner, and previously we were to go ice skating, but my date decided she would rather go bowling instead, and switched with someone anyway, i suck at bowling, and i'm a fair ice skater, so i was less than thrilled, but decided to make the best of it. on the drive to the bowling alley, i get the most conversation out of her that i'd get all night... which mostly consisted of her talking and my listening. needless to say, i was terrible at bowling, missed the black keys concert because we got out late, and my date hardly talked to me the entire time, opting to converse with her more familiar brethren.
fuck that.
so i call up derek, relate what shitty headway i made, and head downtown to live up the rest of the night. what a change.... i was amongst friends, i felt welcomed and enthused. derek recounted how his date had gone awry as well, but for the better. mini-golf was closed, so they came to 6th street and started drinking and dancing. needless to say, i was all for more of that. his entourage had mostly departed, citing fatigue from hours of being out, and derek, aida, her friends, and i decided to head to the coppertank at 1am for a last hurrah. upon getting there, i met up with laura and angie, leslie's friend and roommate respectively, who i both adore, being wonderful and beautiful girls. of course, they're beautiful, wonderful, drunk girls. they grabbed me and pulled me over to dance with them, fending off horny, drunk guys left and right, showering me with attention. i have to say i was starting to slide down that slow spiral towards inebriation. laura was really drunk... white girl, no rhythm drunk... and she danced a grinding dance, bumped a bumping butt, and i had fun. angie was in on the dancing, making fun of laura and whatnot. and then laura started kissing me on the cheeks and gave me a big kiss on the mouth. all this took me totally by surprise... and i didn't know how to react, and i must have seemed the proverbial dead fish to her. needless to say, she's beautiful, and yes i'm attracted to her, but this was an act of drunken whim, and i didn't expect anything more out of it. i wish it'd been more though... as far as first kisses go, that was embarrassingly monumental in brevity and awkwardness. i mean... when i imagined the first lip to lip contact bestowed upon me by a girl, this would be among the last 5 things i'd imagine. though life is always the unexpected i suppose.
later, derek, aida, and friends retired to college park and lounged around the pool, relating stories about bosnia and various other places, taking turns swilling this horrid, malodorous rum that going down, burned like nuclear fire. truly remarkable stuff, possibly good for stripping paint alone. either way, i dropped derek off at home, and made my way home to these sweet environs.
so i decide to make the best of it and go on this date, with the intentions of being a gentleman and having fun. upon arriving at bennigan's, i found my date already there, seated next to her friend from the organization. of course, knowing no one, i sat next to her and proceeded to greet and talk to everyone arriving at the table, since my date was busy chatting with her friend. a simple greeting and a couple of minutes of polite conversation aren't too much to ask for before brushing me off are they? jesus...
anyway... dinner goes along, she with her friend, i talking to the rest of the table, and i'm actually not feeling to badly about the situation because i'm having interesting conversations with the rest of the people. i'm witty, i'm charming, i'm novel... it's fun for all. but i still haven't been able to hold my date's attention for longer than a few sentences, even when i probe her for details about herself. c'est la vie, i suppose... the disinterest women hold for me should be directly proportional to the loathing i hold for myself, shouldn't it? ah well... so we're supposed to have "group activities" after diiner, and previously we were to go ice skating, but my date decided she would rather go bowling instead, and switched with someone anyway, i suck at bowling, and i'm a fair ice skater, so i was less than thrilled, but decided to make the best of it. on the drive to the bowling alley, i get the most conversation out of her that i'd get all night... which mostly consisted of her talking and my listening. needless to say, i was terrible at bowling, missed the black keys concert because we got out late, and my date hardly talked to me the entire time, opting to converse with her more familiar brethren.
fuck that.
so i call up derek, relate what shitty headway i made, and head downtown to live up the rest of the night. what a change.... i was amongst friends, i felt welcomed and enthused. derek recounted how his date had gone awry as well, but for the better. mini-golf was closed, so they came to 6th street and started drinking and dancing. needless to say, i was all for more of that. his entourage had mostly departed, citing fatigue from hours of being out, and derek, aida, her friends, and i decided to head to the coppertank at 1am for a last hurrah. upon getting there, i met up with laura and angie, leslie's friend and roommate respectively, who i both adore, being wonderful and beautiful girls. of course, they're beautiful, wonderful, drunk girls. they grabbed me and pulled me over to dance with them, fending off horny, drunk guys left and right, showering me with attention. i have to say i was starting to slide down that slow spiral towards inebriation. laura was really drunk... white girl, no rhythm drunk... and she danced a grinding dance, bumped a bumping butt, and i had fun. angie was in on the dancing, making fun of laura and whatnot. and then laura started kissing me on the cheeks and gave me a big kiss on the mouth. all this took me totally by surprise... and i didn't know how to react, and i must have seemed the proverbial dead fish to her. needless to say, she's beautiful, and yes i'm attracted to her, but this was an act of drunken whim, and i didn't expect anything more out of it. i wish it'd been more though... as far as first kisses go, that was embarrassingly monumental in brevity and awkwardness. i mean... when i imagined the first lip to lip contact bestowed upon me by a girl, this would be among the last 5 things i'd imagine. though life is always the unexpected i suppose.
later, derek, aida, and friends retired to college park and lounged around the pool, relating stories about bosnia and various other places, taking turns swilling this horrid, malodorous rum that going down, burned like nuclear fire. truly remarkable stuff, possibly good for stripping paint alone. either way, i dropped derek off at home, and made my way home to these sweet environs.