Peachy
oh good god, what a night.
After my nine hour shift at work I called Jake like I said I would and then went home to change. I had this asymetrical shirt with vertical pink and black stripes and a flouncy skirt. It was 80's Nightmare Yuppie Theme Night (or something) at Club ID and since it was 18+ I said I'd take Jake. So we rushed to get there before 10:30 and Jake left his ID and I almost pushed him into the street. Almost. But he managed to get in after I threw a hissy fit. It was dead when we got there so I ordered a cosmo and we entertained ourselves. Around 11:30 pm it picked up and Jake and I got on the dance floor. Oh, and there wasn't a coat check. Jake was nice enough to take my purse and sweater to the car.
Jake and I were dancing and we noticed a guy who was really good and he kept telling me I should dance with him. When Jake went to get water I cheated on my dance partner and the guy wandered over to me. We started dancing and yeah, he was pretty fuckin good and I managed to keep up with him. And then we just kept dancing and it was hot, like hands on my hips, my hand on your back pulling you closer, hot. After a while we paused and went to the bar.
We made small talk while he waited to order a whisky sour, unfortunately I had reached my one drink limit at that point. Turns out he's from Georgia (seriously), lives in the Mission District, and workers at the Rainbow Market co-op. He finished his drink then asked if I wanted another dance and I accepted.
After a song he grabbed my hand and told me he'd return so I looked for Jake. I apologized for bailing and then I saw him return and I bailed again. Bitch!
We danced until last call then went outside. It was one of those weird moments, do I ask for the guy's number who I danced with at a a club or is he just some guy I danced with at a club and it means nothing? He asked, "Are you calling it a night kiddo?" and I said yes because I had work in the morning. We talked vaguely of the June 24 event and said we might see each other there, embraced, and turned to walk away respectively.
I went up to Jake and asked if I should have gotten his number.
Yeah, then I went tearing through a group of people to catch up with him before he cleared out.
I asked for his number and after I stored if safely in my cell phone we embraced and shared a warm goodnight kiss. I said goodnighte and strutted down the street.
Score!
How was your Friday night?
After my nine hour shift at work I called Jake like I said I would and then went home to change. I had this asymetrical shirt with vertical pink and black stripes and a flouncy skirt. It was 80's Nightmare Yuppie Theme Night (or something) at Club ID and since it was 18+ I said I'd take Jake. So we rushed to get there before 10:30 and Jake left his ID and I almost pushed him into the street. Almost. But he managed to get in after I threw a hissy fit. It was dead when we got there so I ordered a cosmo and we entertained ourselves. Around 11:30 pm it picked up and Jake and I got on the dance floor. Oh, and there wasn't a coat check. Jake was nice enough to take my purse and sweater to the car.
Jake and I were dancing and we noticed a guy who was really good and he kept telling me I should dance with him. When Jake went to get water I cheated on my dance partner and the guy wandered over to me. We started dancing and yeah, he was pretty fuckin good and I managed to keep up with him. And then we just kept dancing and it was hot, like hands on my hips, my hand on your back pulling you closer, hot. After a while we paused and went to the bar.
We made small talk while he waited to order a whisky sour, unfortunately I had reached my one drink limit at that point. Turns out he's from Georgia (seriously), lives in the Mission District, and workers at the Rainbow Market co-op. He finished his drink then asked if I wanted another dance and I accepted.
After a song he grabbed my hand and told me he'd return so I looked for Jake. I apologized for bailing and then I saw him return and I bailed again. Bitch!
We danced until last call then went outside. It was one of those weird moments, do I ask for the guy's number who I danced with at a a club or is he just some guy I danced with at a club and it means nothing? He asked, "Are you calling it a night kiddo?" and I said yes because I had work in the morning. We talked vaguely of the June 24 event and said we might see each other there, embraced, and turned to walk away respectively.
I went up to Jake and asked if I should have gotten his number.
Yeah, then I went tearing through a group of people to catch up with him before he cleared out.
I asked for his number and after I stored if safely in my cell phone we embraced and shared a warm goodnight kiss. I said goodnighte and strutted down the street.
Score!
How was your Friday night?