It was the typical Friday night out with unexpected decisions made by myself; and I must admit, that I’ve never felt more human knowing that even I can bring an adverse side out in the open.
We’ve all been on a trip before (or at least I’d like to believe so) where we’re considered strangers to the regulars and stares from every eye seem to follow your path across the room. It’s flattering, sensual, and overall enjoyable as your ego flies way over your head.
I will be one of the first to admit, in a situation such as this, you are presented with the opportunity to jump out of your comfort zone and do something unregrettable.
Case and point presented now: a man from “out of town” walked into the club this Friday.
One by one I saw under-aged children strike out as he was invited from conversation to conversation and group to group; personally, I didn’t think too much of it, after all, I’ve been in that situation before in a strange place and I just thought to myself, “Let him enjoy his visit.”
Unfortunately for me, while he was making his rounds a bitter heart pumped through my veins as “someone I once knew” made it to the patio with “someone I didn’t wish to know” and a terrifically devious plan took over my mind.
Before “once knew” could make it to my side with his “didn’t wish to know” I made it blatantly obvious to introduce myself to “out of town.” While I had a very rousing conversation with “out of town” about how he’s an extremely young school teacher, “once knew,” in his drunken state, obnoxiously interrupted our small talk to ensure that I gave notice to him.
It was a failed attempt to say the very least.
As I apparently rolled my eyes and brushed “once knew” away completely ignoring his attempts, “out of town” seem to take a liking to my actions. ”Out of town” complied to my request to accompany me to the dance floor; however, as we made our entrance, “out of town’s” friends pulled me to the side to inform me with some background information:
He’s new — in fact, he’s never been involved with anyone and puts up a facade back in his hometown in the East Coast. It took four words:
“Make his trip memorable.”
… and I did what I had to do to make his trip unforgettable as I was his first dance with a boy and kiss with a boy.
Despite this, I had other motives in mind besides making “out of town’s” night. I wanted “once knew” to see that I was involving myself with someone better looking, more fit, and more successful than himself.
Yes, I was bitter and, yes, “once knew” saw me smiling and having a grand time with “out of town.”
I didn’t see “once knew” or “didn’t wish to know” for the rest of the night; but, as the night came to an end, I left no contact information with “out of town” while I bid him farewell. I don’t plan on ever seeing “out of town” again and I hope that he gained something from his visit.
In conclusion, what did I gain from this? ”Once knew” may have been slightly hurt but it won’t leave an impacting effect on his relationship with “didn’t wish to know” and “once knew” will never be that “someone I used to know” ever again. My feelings remain unchanged and dead for “once knew.” ”Out of town” got his first time experience with me and is probably gossiping about his time here with his colleagues back in the East Coast as we speak. I, on the other hand, am still the same.
Overall, it was an enjoyable wrong doing that I can call a success; I don’t regret anything, however, you probably won’t catch me ever doing that again.
Yes, I fucked up; but, I can guarantee you that I would be one of the first ones in line to admit that I am not perfect and I acknowledge every one of my mistakes.
Lesson learned and experience gained.
