The first time I went to a club, I was accompanied by three of my male friends. Freshly turned 18, they were very protective of me. My friends are generally around the late 20s, 30s mark. I think they all saw me as a little sister. They told me not to do it, not to try seducing an older guy, but I foiled their attempts and had one of the best nights of my life…
It starts of with a this older man coming up to me. He says “Hey, I saw you at the comic book earlier” and I look at him and think, well hey, he’s not the best looking guy ever but he’s the first one with guts to talk to me with all my bodyguards. So we talk about comics for a while and he’s actually pretty drunk, but I’m still flattered because this is the first real attention I’ve gotten.
The night wears on and before I know it my friend and I are leaving. Mr Older guy catches me on the way out, very drunk by now, and asks me to stay. My friends, all three of them, shove him away. We leave and I’m kinda glad. But on our way home, they all start badmouthing him. He’s so creepy. You’re way to young. He was so drunk, if he wasn’t drunk he wouldn’t have done that. I’m offended and I decide I’ll prove them wrong. He wasn’t THAT bad looking!
The next night I go back to the club. I take only one friend with me, the least strict of my friends. We go back and there he is. I wonder if remembers me, he was pretty drunk the other night. I get worried. I shouldn’t be doing something like this, this is ridiculous! Not safe! But another part of me is angry that everyone still sees my as someone who can’t make up her own mind.
I go up to him, I place my hands on his arm and lean in asking “Hey, do you remember me?” He looks shocked for a moment. We talk a lot, mostly him saying sorry for getting drunk and creepy the night before. I decide he’s pretty good looking. I ask if we can go out, it’s stuffy in here. When we are outside I tell him I’m tired, I’ll probably go home. He looks dismayed and then I lean in and say “Ah, but my house is so far away” which it is. i have to catch a train… “are you closer?”
Note, he’s American. He’s American and I already knew he was staying at a nearby hotel. He takes me there and I find it funny that non of his bravado from the night before is present. He’s kinda cute. Actually, more cute when he offers me a cup of tea. Instead, I flop on his bed. I tell him to join me and soon we are just staring at each other.
“What are you thinking?” I ask him. He pauses.
“I really want to kiss you.” He replies.
“Do it” I smile.
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