They say that there is never a second chance to give a first impression. But, after being granted a second shot by dreadlocks girl, I was feeling confident that I could change the misconstrued womanizer image she had of me after my unfortunate texting mistake (read past posts: Chatting up in the queue for the toilets & Chatting up from the distance). However, despite of the fact that we regained contact, I didn’t manage to arrange a face-to-face encounter with her to redeem my faux pass until…
One Friday night, I was going out for a drink with some friends,
when I bumped into dreadlocks girl in the queue at a lesbian bar. She was
standing in front of the bar in the smoking area with a few other people. When
she saw that my friends and I joined the queue, she came straight to us.
“Hello Casanova…” She
said to me.
“Hey!” I responded
shortly hiding my excitement and expressing little emotion about her greetings.
I was surprised by her sudden flattery as, after weeks of unsuccessful attempts
from my side to grab her attention by text, I was ready to give up on my wooing.
“I haven’t seen you in
a while, you look very cute tonight” She continued.
Why she is so suddenly so into me? I am
dreaming? Have I changed my deodorant brand or something? She is probably very
drunk…
“You know… I think
that you should get me that drink tonight” She said touching her dreadlocks.
After a few seconds of paralyzing
silence, and a couple of nudges from my friend that helped my brain to land
back into the situation, I finally reacted:
“Sure! I’ll be happy to get you a drink, are
you coming in?” I said walking forward in the quickly advancing queue.
“Yeah! I’m going to
finish this up and I and my friends will be inside in a sec” She said lifting up
her cigarette and pointing at her small group of friends that were standing on
the side.
“Cool… what can I get
you?” I said showing my ID to the bouncer at the same time.
“A beer will be nice. Thanks!”
She said smiling and playing again with one of her front dreadlocks.
“See you inside” I
said from the door.
My friends rapidly
scattered between the bathroom queue and the dancing floor as soon as we got in,
so I decided to make my way to the bar and order two beers. After wandering
around with the drinks in my hands through the packed dance floor, I got
worried about being missed by dreadlocks girl, so I made my way back to the safe
and well-illuminated bar where I could also have a better view of the door.
I can’t believe that she approached me tonight!
She was so direct and confident! What would she want from me… (apart from a
free drink)? I’m confused…
I waited at the bar
for a while, pretending to move along with the music, but she was not showing
up.
It isn’t the right song for her to come through
the crowd anyway… I kept on
thinking as if her appearance had to match the reunion epic moment from a
romantic Hollywood movie.
Tune after tune I kept
on slowly drinking my beer but she was still not coming in.
Being alone in a social
crowd always makes me uncomfortable. As I was drinking slowly, the feeling of
being a stood-up loser started to emerge.
Was this some kind of revenge? Did she want to
teach me a lesson or something?
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| Graffiti of dripping hearts found in Brighton (signed by Maleska). Picture taken August 2016. |
As I was finishing my
beer, holding dreadlocks girl’s beer untouched one in my other hand, a tall
blond girl approached me.
“It looks as if you
have been stood up” She said looking at my two drinks and my very likely miserable
facial expression.
“Yeah, thanks… I
noticed that” I responded. Her words were the confirmation of my deepest fears: dreadlocks girl was just playing with me!
I’m just a joke! I’m the looser girl that has been stood up tonight!
“It’s a pity because
you are very cute!” She continued.
Her chatting up
strategy consisting of making me feel vulnerable and lifting me up after with
some praising seemed strange to me, but at least it lead her to grab my
attention.
“Pretty girls should
not be allowed to walk alone in a bar like these… there are many vultures
around that might take advantage of an innocent girl like you” the Blond girl said
while slowly approaching her way to me like a scavenger.
Her old-school straight-men-like
compliments, although secretly appreciated, were not sinking very well with my
current stomach knot.
“Thanks, but I’m not
in the mood” I curtly responded.
But the blonde girl kept
insisting, so I surrendered and engaged in a friendly conversation for a few
minutes with her. I accepted the fact that, after probably more than an hour of waiting, dreadlocks girl was not going to show up and so, an innocent self-esteem
booster talk with a stranger couldn’t not harm.
After a few seconds, I
could see that the blonde girl and I were not a match. She was studying at the
police academy to become a detective and talked and moved as straight a man that
had grown up in the XIX century. But somehow, I found her strangely amusing.
“I support the right-wing you know…” She said at some point in an attempt to express the fact that
she was a hetero-normative traditional lesbian by displaying her
political interests.
“I think that I should
find my friends…” I said moving my arm in the direction of the dance floor. I
had no interest in chatting about politics with some blonde right-wing chick
after being stood up by my dreadlocks dream girl, so I initiated my escape plan.
At that moment, and out
of the blue, the tall blond Tory (republican) launched herself towards me
landing with her lips on my lips. I froze for a few seconds before I pushed her
away. The drink that I was holding for dreadlocks girl got spilt all over her
white shirt with the manoeuvre.
“What are you doing?”
I said pushing her away. I was utterly disoriented as I was not expecting a
kissing attack from the old fashion future police agent.
“I thought that we
were getting along, I’m sorry, I…!” She replied while shaking the beer off
herself.
“I…. I’m sorry about
the beer…” I said while passing her some napkins that I grabbed from the bar.
“I probably should go
now…” I said pushing my way through the crowd.
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| Plaster sculpture framed of different pussies displayed in Brighton. Picture taken in January 2013. |
When I found my
friends on the dance floor, I tapped one of them on the shoulder.
“I think that I’m
going to go home… dreadlocks girl hasn’t shown up and I’m not feeling good and…”
I started to feel very vulnerable. On one side, I was feeling played by
dreadlocks girl and, on the other, I felt harassed by the conservative kissing
attacker.
“What are you talking
about? She was on her way to the bar but you were making out with that tall
chick… so she turned around and left” My friend said.
“WHAT? Are you serious? How can this happen?” I
could not believe what my friend was describing.
The idea of my life following a Hollywood movie plot had come true in a very much unexpected way.
“What brand of deodorant you are wearing tonight? You seem to be on fire!” My friend commented.
I explained to my
friend the no consented kiss at the bar and she rushed me to go outside to see
if I could catch dreadlocks girl at the door. When I went outside she was gone.
I tried to call her but she didn’t pick up. I send her a message explaining
again another misunderstanding, but as expected, I got no answer….
However, I knew that sooner or later, we would bump into each other and I was ready to beg her for a third chance…
To be continued...
