aegiswings

Girls are so beautiful when they are sleeping



This is Sarah2. Isn't she pretty? Doesn't she look like an angel asleep with the morning light streaming through her window? Too bad she is an absolute terror when she is awake.

I'm not here to write about her though. That picture wasn't taken last night but over six weeks ago. Sarah2 slept alone last night, while I did not. This morning I awoke in an unfamiliar bedroom in Medford, with a different sleeping beauty lying beside me. How did I get there? Let's retrace my steps...

I went out to Toast last night. It was "Heroes", the weekly electro-80's/synthpop/new wave night run by the former DJ of ManRay. I spent much of my time talking to Josh, Dina, Jackie, and Jaxs, all of whom work there. By the time I felt like dancing, the dance floor was way too crowded. At some point around midnight, I noticed the girl sitting next to me at the bar was staring at me. Apparently, my posture, with my arms crossed and one hand anxiously rubbing my chin, bothered her. We started talking. She was a bit drunk. Somehow we ended talking about her recent trip to Germany.

She went to the bathroom and I then I got up to find Salo777 and I lost her, only to run into her again sitting at a table in the other room. She introduced me to her friend Brian, who was actually probably someone she had just met that night. She introduced him as the straight one, while I was introduced as the gay one. Oh no, not this again. Yes, It's *that* again. With a sigh I explained to her that I was not, in fact, gay at all. An arguement ensued. She threatened me to prove my heterosexuality by kissing her. Which I did. 1...2...3. A quick kiss, slightly more than a peck.

"You're gay," was her reaction. So I kissed her again, a bit deeper and longer than the first time. 1...2...3...4...5.

"You're still gay." was her response again.

"Look," I explained to her, "I can't make out with you here. This is a public place and Brian is sitting right there behind you."

So, she took my hand and led me to the corner of the club where the bathrooms were. She tried to lead me into the girl's bathroom, but I told her that I wasn't going to go in there. So we went into the men's room instead. Fortunately, I knew everyone who was in there at the time, so no one was freaked out. We went into the men's stall (one of the large handicap-sized ones) and closed the door.

"You are going to have to kiss me for at least a minute to prove that you are not gay," she said. I kissed her for almost 5, with some gentle and then more aggressive groping. I left her breathless. Her face was red and she paused, took a deep breath like she was returning from another world, and gasped ".... ok, you're not gay..." She moved slowly towards the door and said, "wow... you're a good kisser!" Embarrassed, she scurried away, out of the bathroom, and into the hall, while I followed, giggling like a schoolgirl. (Something tells me that I really should never use the phrase "giggling like a schoolgirl" ... but oh well, it's too late now).

I caught up to her in the hall. The club was closing soon so she went to find her coat and her friends and I went to find mine.

"Get her number!" Josh commanded me. I told him not to worry about it. I had a better plan.

I offered to give her a ride home. Her friend didn't quite trust me and he asked to look at my driver's license and made a mental note of my address before he let her go with me. He threatened if that she wasn't ok tomorrow, he would come to my house and kill me.

We got in my car and I asked her if she wanted to hang out at my place. She said she'd rather hang out at her place because she had Ketel One. Fair enough. We didn't actually drink Ketel One though. We looked at pictures and then crawled into her bed because it was cold. We kissed, a lot. And then some more. I know you are going to ask how far we went, you pervs. No, we did not have sex. Quie a bit of other stuff, but no, not that. I'm not a one-night stand type person. We fooled around for a couple of hours at least and the fell asleep in each others arms in her huge, comfy bed.

I didn't sleep very much actually, since I had slept all day the day before. I stared at the ceiling, which I noticed was textured. I wonder how they do that, I thought. I stared at some weird sculpture picture thing of a woman that she had on the wall. The next day I learned that the woman in the sculpture was named Anastasia. Weird. We woke up at about 10am, cause she had to go to her Dad's that day to watch the Patriots' game with him. As she got up she glanced in the mirror by her bed and screamed.

"You gave me a hickey the size of Africa!!" she shouted. There it was on her neck, deep red ,and the size of a silver dollar. I laughed. I don't think I've given a girl a hickey since high school (ok, not that long ago, but it *was* a few years ago). She yelled at me for laughing, "My Dad can NOT see this. He will KILL me. And then he will KILL YOU." You'd think that a 30 year old woman wouldn't care so much about her Dad seeing a hickey. It was funny cause the night before she had told me that I had a 90% chance of dying. Did she mean that night or just in general? I was confused because I was wondering who was going to kill me? Her friend from the club? Her roommate? Her boyfriend (if she had one)? Or maybe she would be the one to kill me. Anyways, I figured a 10% chance at immortality was pretty good odds . To calm her down, I told her the story about the bite mark that my Mom thought was ringworm. It didn't seem to calm her down much but it was pretty much covered by hair when she had it down anyways. Also, I apparently learned that you can "comb" them out. Don't ask me how that works, I wasn't around long enough to see it happen.

I was late for tea ceremony and she had to get ready to see her Dad, so we said our goodbye's and I left. Oh and one more thing... I asked if she wanted to hang out again... "Yes!" she said, and she gave me her number. She didn't bother to take mine though. I guess it means I have to call her. Odd that she didn't want mine, but oh well.

I don't know what will happen in the future. I'll definitely call her. Tomorrow, I think. I'd like to see her again. I worry that we don't really have much in common though. She is a pretty big sports fan with Red Sox stuff all over her apartment. I couldn't care less about baseball or any other professional sport. Also, if I *was* a baseball fan, I'd be a Yankee fan, being from NY and all. Anyways, we'll see what happens. We did have a great time together last night and I'm anxious to see her again.