Sleepwalking my way through life: In the begining...

In the begining...


I walked into the Cathouse with my sexy new attire on, wincing slightly at the thudding music and the huge congregation of punk rockers, goths and emos; a sight that I would usually turn tail and run at, but alas, this was almost a year ago. They swarmed around each other, dancing to the ear deafening music and banging their heads up and down in a pseudo-rhythmic motion.


I sighed and rolled my eyes. We were barely five minutes in the place and she was already trying to set me up with someone. She grabbed my hand and dragged me to the middle of the dance floor, her neck craning over heads to find the location of this mystery girl. She eventually spotted her.


I looked to where she was pointing and prepared myself for the sight of a beastly girl with five chins an a shaved head with rolls of-

“Oh, shit.”

She was pointing to a girl with a black and red striped top, long, curly hair, and a fantastically moving body.

I spent the rest of the night looking at her out of the corner of my eye, watching her move as she danced, smiling weakly at her as she passed and trying my best to work up the courage to dance with her.

Unfortunately, I did not. I let her stand by herself for a full ten minutes while I contemplated on asking her to dance or not. The moment passed me by and I felt like a fool for it.

It was ten minutes until we left and I was sitting on the steps watching everyone dance. The random girl who was sitting beside me stood up and melded into the mass group in front of me, and sitting beside her was the stripey jumpered girl.

Now or never Joe, now or never, I thought as I typed out a text. I finished it and walked over to her, standing stiffly and uncomfortably as I tapped her on the shoulder. She looked up and smiled, her eyes twinkling in the light. I handed her my phone and she read the text before handing me her phone, the number displayed on the screen.

My friends and I walked out into the cool night air in preparation to go to my party, and I meandered over to Jeff.

“That girl that you showed me at the beginning of the night, what was her name?”

“Oh, I think it was Marie.”

“Marie? Hmm.”
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At 9:42 pm, Anonymous Jules said...


At 9:50 pm, Anonymous Elisabeth Ice Cream said...

That's one of the best post you have ever written Joe.

At 11:32 pm, Anonymous Marie said...

:D...woot. personal posts with me as the star. of course i'm loving it. I have achieved blog-stardom!


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