Through the smokey interior of the room, I saw him make his way towards me. He was wearing an almost translucent white button-down shirt that showed just a tad of his bronzed smooth chest and toned abs. His smile was sly and sexy; his eyes twinkled with mischief, the kind that is accentuated with the help of alcohol. He danced to the pulsating music that radiated from the speakers overhead. He pointed at me as he mouthed to the lyrics. I gave him one of my 'Come on over here' smiles, followed by a wink. He took the bait.
He sat next to me and I leaned forward; making sure I placed my hand on his knee. "So you enjoying yourself?" He asked me, his eyebrows shot upwards as I moved my hand up to his thigh; making it seem as though I was oblivious to what my hands were doing.
"Not really. This party is pretty lame. What are you thinking of doing afterward?" I rolled my eyes as one of the party-goers attempted a lame striptease. Thank God I had drank at least three glasses of wine before seeing that; there was no way I could have handled seeing that awful sight sober.
"I'm not sure. What are your plans?"
"It depends..."
"On what?"
"Whether or not it includes you..." The words coming out of my mouth were cheesy and corny; as though they were written for a horrible porno movie.
Cue in sex music.
He liked that answer because the smile on his face said it all. He brought his face closer to mine; our lips only centimeters apart. I smiled and pulled away. The party was lame; I needed to entertain myself and he would do just fine.
He was an acquaintance of mine and he had slept with half of my other acquaintances. I always knew he had a thing for me because I had always said No to his advances before; but I was willing to make an exception tonight. I was feeling down and dejected; I needed some release and he was the perfect outlet for it.
He stood up and danced to the music some more; moving his index finger over my chest, under my chin, and then placing it on my lips. I turned my face away - let's see how long this chase can last. That was when he grabbed me by my shoulders and roughly dragged me towards a secluded area. I never minded being rough-housed...
The hallway was dark, the only light that was supplied was courtesy of the street-lamp outside the window. He had me pinned against the wall, his hands exploring every inch of my body. I could feel his lips all over the nape of my neck; his breathing was heavy. His body crushed mine and my hands ran up and down his back; at times digging my nails into the thin fabric of his shirt. His lips searched hungrily for mine. My heart was beating wildly in my ribcage. It had been a while since I've acted this way; made-out with a guy I didn't know that well in an isolated area. It looked so shady and yet so sexy. Like the expert that I had heard that he was, he ran his hand under my black T-shirt, caressing my abdomen. I shivered at his touch, his hands were cold. With his other hand, he encircled it around my waist, pulling me closer to him. What am I doing? Do I want this to go further? The thoughts went through my head. But then I heard another voice, one that was saying that I was thinking too much, one that was telling me to just let go of my inhibitions and to enjoy the buzz of the alcohol and the moment I was experiencing with him.
"Let me fuck you Gerry," he slurred.
Gerry? Ugh...
I had suddenly lost interest; I was no longer in the mood. I put my hands roughly on his chest and pushed him off me.
"What's wrong habibi?"
I stared into his red-rimmed eyes and drool dripping off the side of his mouth. He looked and smelled like a Vodka bottle with arms. I shook my head and made my way back towards the party.
A few minutes later, I found myself drunkenly entering Bardo. The place was packed with bodies blocking the entrance. I forced myself inside. I never admit it to a lot of people, but I actually enjoy crowds. I like the feeling of being lost in a sea of people, our bodies moving as one, a collective mass and force - and if you're lucky, you can always have some stranger grab your ass!
Classy, I know.
He saw me entering Bardo. He waved me towards him; I was just glad I had found a familiar face at that point. He frowned when I approached his table. "Are you alright?" I can hear the concern in his voice. "I'm fine. Just a little tipsy, I had more drinks than I usually allow myself," I admitted. He nodded and stood up. "Here, take my seat," he offered. I declined at first, but he insisted. He then disappeared but returned after a minute with a bottle of water. "Here, you're going to need this," he handed me the ice-cold water. I gulped it down, enjoying the feel of the refreshing liquid; it was as though, I was washing away Buttons' sloppy kisses and Vodka breathe off me.
He was a Medical Doctor (MD); he was charming and a true gentleman. He kept talking to me saying that it would sober me up. He made me laugh and he ran his hand up and down my back, sending some thrills up my spine. His chocolate brown eyes were welcoming and sincere. My purpose for going to Bardo that night was to see whether I'd "accidentally" bump into Glasses and then a scary realization dawned upon me. I had acted the way I did because I was hurting; I was upset and didn't know how to express my frustrations. I was trying to mend a broken heart by acting like a complete idiot. I was feeling lonely; I wanted to feel desired and wanted, and that was exactly what Buttons had offered me - but it wasn't the way I wanted it to be... Not with him at least and not in some sketchy looking hallway that smelled musty and in a bad need of a cleaning.
I was still hung over Glasses... I thought that if I drowned my sorrows in alcohol and meaningless hook-ups I might feel better; I'd be able to move on and put him behind me. However, as I stared into MD's brown eyes, all thoughts about Glasses seemed so far away; I almost forgot why I was there in the first place, I couldn't care less if I did see Glasses or not.
"Listen Gary, I want you to message or miscall me the minute you get home. I want to make sure you get home safely," he said.
Later that night, once I was settled into my bed; I messaged him. In less than two minutes, my BlackBerry buzzed. He had replied. As I read his text, my head started to clear up. I was no longer hung over... In fact, I'd never felt more sober in my life.
He sat next to me and I leaned forward; making sure I placed my hand on his knee. "So you enjoying yourself?" He asked me, his eyebrows shot upwards as I moved my hand up to his thigh; making it seem as though I was oblivious to what my hands were doing.
"Not really. This party is pretty lame. What are you thinking of doing afterward?" I rolled my eyes as one of the party-goers attempted a lame striptease. Thank God I had drank at least three glasses of wine before seeing that; there was no way I could have handled seeing that awful sight sober.
"I'm not sure. What are your plans?"
"It depends..."
"On what?"
"Whether or not it includes you..." The words coming out of my mouth were cheesy and corny; as though they were written for a horrible porno movie.
Cue in sex music.
He liked that answer because the smile on his face said it all. He brought his face closer to mine; our lips only centimeters apart. I smiled and pulled away. The party was lame; I needed to entertain myself and he would do just fine.
He was an acquaintance of mine and he had slept with half of my other acquaintances. I always knew he had a thing for me because I had always said No to his advances before; but I was willing to make an exception tonight. I was feeling down and dejected; I needed some release and he was the perfect outlet for it.
He stood up and danced to the music some more; moving his index finger over my chest, under my chin, and then placing it on my lips. I turned my face away - let's see how long this chase can last. That was when he grabbed me by my shoulders and roughly dragged me towards a secluded area. I never minded being rough-housed...
The hallway was dark, the only light that was supplied was courtesy of the street-lamp outside the window. He had me pinned against the wall, his hands exploring every inch of my body. I could feel his lips all over the nape of my neck; his breathing was heavy. His body crushed mine and my hands ran up and down his back; at times digging my nails into the thin fabric of his shirt. His lips searched hungrily for mine. My heart was beating wildly in my ribcage. It had been a while since I've acted this way; made-out with a guy I didn't know that well in an isolated area. It looked so shady and yet so sexy. Like the expert that I had heard that he was, he ran his hand under my black T-shirt, caressing my abdomen. I shivered at his touch, his hands were cold. With his other hand, he encircled it around my waist, pulling me closer to him. What am I doing? Do I want this to go further? The thoughts went through my head. But then I heard another voice, one that was saying that I was thinking too much, one that was telling me to just let go of my inhibitions and to enjoy the buzz of the alcohol and the moment I was experiencing with him.
"Let me fuck you Gerry," he slurred.
Gerry? Ugh...
I had suddenly lost interest; I was no longer in the mood. I put my hands roughly on his chest and pushed him off me.
"What's wrong habibi?"
I stared into his red-rimmed eyes and drool dripping off the side of his mouth. He looked and smelled like a Vodka bottle with arms. I shook my head and made my way back towards the party.
A few minutes later, I found myself drunkenly entering Bardo. The place was packed with bodies blocking the entrance. I forced myself inside. I never admit it to a lot of people, but I actually enjoy crowds. I like the feeling of being lost in a sea of people, our bodies moving as one, a collective mass and force - and if you're lucky, you can always have some stranger grab your ass!
Classy, I know.
He saw me entering Bardo. He waved me towards him; I was just glad I had found a familiar face at that point. He frowned when I approached his table. "Are you alright?" I can hear the concern in his voice. "I'm fine. Just a little tipsy, I had more drinks than I usually allow myself," I admitted. He nodded and stood up. "Here, take my seat," he offered. I declined at first, but he insisted. He then disappeared but returned after a minute with a bottle of water. "Here, you're going to need this," he handed me the ice-cold water. I gulped it down, enjoying the feel of the refreshing liquid; it was as though, I was washing away Buttons' sloppy kisses and Vodka breathe off me.
He was a Medical Doctor (MD); he was charming and a true gentleman. He kept talking to me saying that it would sober me up. He made me laugh and he ran his hand up and down my back, sending some thrills up my spine. His chocolate brown eyes were welcoming and sincere. My purpose for going to Bardo that night was to see whether I'd "accidentally" bump into Glasses and then a scary realization dawned upon me. I had acted the way I did because I was hurting; I was upset and didn't know how to express my frustrations. I was trying to mend a broken heart by acting like a complete idiot. I was feeling lonely; I wanted to feel desired and wanted, and that was exactly what Buttons had offered me - but it wasn't the way I wanted it to be... Not with him at least and not in some sketchy looking hallway that smelled musty and in a bad need of a cleaning.
I was still hung over Glasses... I thought that if I drowned my sorrows in alcohol and meaningless hook-ups I might feel better; I'd be able to move on and put him behind me. However, as I stared into MD's brown eyes, all thoughts about Glasses seemed so far away; I almost forgot why I was there in the first place, I couldn't care less if I did see Glasses or not.
"Listen Gary, I want you to message or miscall me the minute you get home. I want to make sure you get home safely," he said.
Later that night, once I was settled into my bed; I messaged him. In less than two minutes, my BlackBerry buzzed. He had replied. As I read his text, my head started to clear up. I was no longer hung over... In fact, I'd never felt more sober in my life.
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the fun thg more than rereading ur posts and enjoying them over and over again is trying to put faces on all the characters, hehe, fi mennoun i guess i knew but the most important ones ma 3reftoun, what a shame, but i wont ask u, its a challenge for me :D
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