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Account of last night

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I called my friend Fabio.
We didn’t know what to do.
On the way to Fabio’s some former classmates spotted me on the bus. When me an one of the got off she said, “have a good night!” I wished her a good night too, and she went the other way.
We met up at a bar.
Then we decided to go to his friend’s birthday party.
All the girls seemed to be taken.  Or they were from Austria.
I told Fabio: lets become more optimistic.
I drank beer.
And so did he.
And a Spanish girl drank from a very very large margarita glass.  It was so large, in fact that even though she took sips, it didn’t look like there was less liquid in the glass.
Fabio tried to steal my iphone because I was more preoccupied with it than the party.
A guy I met was very excited about me, even though he just met me.  I speculated that he was gay.
I found out he wasn’t.
I thought about taking ecstasy.
I went to the bathroom. (2nd time).  I researched ecstasy from the bathroom downstairs.
A girl was there who seemed distressed.
She was checking herself out in the mirror and asked me if she looked like dyke.
I looked at her chest and told her she didn’t.  It seemed there was something on her mind which I wasn’t aware of.  (later I found out it had to do with not getting with the guy she wanted).
We introduced each other.
I was already before that beginning to feel optimistic.
Then I left with my friends to the Woods (a bar with a dancefloor). (we go there almost every weekend.)  Its where we end up at the end of the night.  I like the place.   I think.
Soon I went up to explore the dancefloor at the top.
As I walked onto it I casually asked a girl that was sitting on a chair with a phone or something or nothing:  “Hey, why aren’t you dancing?”
She spontaneously replied, “I don’t’ know” as she slid off the chair and began to dance as if on cue.
She started to dance with me, quickly.  I liked that a lot.  It was fascinating.  She was very hot.  I became optimistic.
My optimism increased (and it wasn’t just my optimism that increased).
But also, (it would seem), the possibility of me having sex with her tonight!
I knew it wasn’t unrealistic because of the enthusiastic way she was dancing and because of the way she was rubbing her butt on my crotch.  And the way she touched my hands.  And I think other areas of my body.   She was a wild dancer.
I asked what her name was.  She said Mary, and she smiled so lovely, with squinting eyes.  When I thought about it later, part of the reason I fell in love with that delightful moment was that it ma de me want to come on that face.
Then I kissed her neck.  Or maybe it was some other part of her.
Or maybe I asked her name after I kissed her.  (oh well I guess it doesn’t matter)
She had a tattoo on her arm.
Then she said she likes pain.  Then I asked her: you like paint? She re-affirmed what I already hear, and explained a bit.
I asked her if she likes it when I pull her hair?  Or she just told me that.
So I pulled her hair.
A friend of mine passed by and checked us out.  I think he was positively proud of my accomplishment.
And after I pulled her hair she ferociously pushed her face into mine and made out with me.  At the same time she dug her fingers into my back or something very viciously.  We embraced tightly.  It kind of hurt, with her scratching and digging fingers into me, and I thought about that feeling, and it was an interesting feeling.  Painful and erotic at the same time.
Because she was so hard on me, I became harder on her.
We flirted.  I felt very suave, and somehow it was naturall.
I told her in her ear: I want to tell you something later.
She told me I should tell her now cause she might not be here later.
I was surprised, but kept dancing.
We made out some more.  She wasn’t very good at making out.
She bit my neck, very hard. Ouch, I thought.
She stopped dancing, and At this point or so, she turned around and said I’m a little too rough with her.  I was confused and said that she said that she liked pain.  She said you have to be rough but gentle.
I agreed to her terms.
Said she has to go to the bathroom.
I thought, oh shit.  She is gonna disappear.   That’s what girls do.  It was so sudden that I didn’t know anything too clever to say in order to make sure she came back.
I said something to her.
She left.
I stood and waited.
Then I began to doubt that she was coming back.
I couldn’t see a big bathroom line.
But I kept standing and waiting.  Maybe she was actually going to come back, and it would suck if we missed each other.
I checked my iphone for the time.
I checked my phone for the time again, but I forgot what time it was when I last checked.
Then my friend came by who came by earlier and was proud of me and he asked where my girl went?
I told him that she said she went to the bathroom but that she probably went home.
He said no way lets go find her.
I followed him around pointlessly.
I went up to my friends and said I’m leaving.  It was bar- time anyways.
I was very, very, very, very, very, very, very, disappointed.  This was so stupid and unfortunate.  Like what the fuck?
I looked up directions to my house and went to the bus stop.  I thought a little but about her on the way.  And a lot about how hot she was and how awesome it would’ve been to fuck her.  I figured not every girl is like her.
I came to the bus stop and waited.   It was supposed to come in 3 minutes, but in much more than 3 minutes it still wasn’t there.
I slammed my fist on the metal grates.  It made a very loud sound which I liked.  I did it again.  And again, but this time I hit it harder.
I was pissed and followed another route home.  It was dark and cold and didn’t look like a very safe place and time to be.  But something about that was attractive.
I ran a little bit.
When I got to the next bus stop it still didn’t come I think, so I went to another bus stop I think.
Finally I got on the bus and realized that the shortest route became the longest route.  I was angry.
I walked home from where the bus dropped me off.
By that bus stop I passed a wooden crate.
I turned around and it dawned on me to let my frustration out on the wooden crate, so I jumped on it and broke it.
Then I walked further.
Further there was another crate leaning on a grate.  I picked it up and threw it against the sidewalk.  Then I kicked and broke part of it.
I hit another grate but didn’t necessarily want to wake people up.
I came home past 5am and sat in front of the computer.  I listened to lil wayne’s song where there is a part that goes like “…and fuck these bitches, I swear I care about everything but these bitches…” I decided to copy the lyrics by manually re-typing them and emphasize this part which was the chorus so I wrote two posts in my blog.
I was drunk so it was hard to type fast and accurately, but I let the errors show.
At about 6:09am I went to bed.

conversation #6 (smoothest bar intro)

A:  Hi. Cheers!
B:  Cheers!
B:  So what brings you out here tonight?  Some special occasion?
A:  I’m out here with my girlfriends, and we’re trying to get our friend here laid tonight.
B:  Oh, well that’s great… …Cause I’m looking to make some extra money.

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