Part 4 - EXPOSITION
WARNING: X-RATED, MAY INVOLVE FOUL LANGUAGE AND REFER TO INAPPROPRIATE ACTIONS/DECISIONS/SITUATIONS AND NOT SUITABLE FOR PERSONS BELOW 18
So we enter the club with a help of a friend and oh did I think I was a magnet for trouble. First thought in my head? How do I get myself in these awkward situations, and I wondered just how bad I would feel going home that night! Yet again, I have fallen prey to a douchebag’s game. Lingering thought of the night? “Why oh why Cola!”
I could’ve sworn I swore off basketball players ages ago. Doesn’t mean I love the game, I have to involve myself with an actual player. QUE HORROR.
My heart was racing because I didn’t know how to react to what I just saw and I certainly didn’t know how to act at that particular moment. Do I duck, drop and roll? I didn’t know. Do I ignore it or get mad out loud? I was pissed but I wasn’t going to make a scene. If there’s one thing that I’ve always been uncomfortable doing, it’s being confrontational. I mean, sometimes it’s absolutely necessary but as much as possible I try to avoid it. Keep in mind that I was intoxicated too and almost faded. My emotions were running on the adrenaline from the highway I just took, and the alcohol that was running through my system and the Red Bull that I had just drank contributed to that volcano of emotions too – I was a lot confused about what was happening and half the time I thought I was imagining it. A, who knew the whole story (okay maybe a big chunk of the whole story at that time – will get back to that later), held me and told me to keep my cool. And just when she was saying that he passes right by us AGAIN hand in hand with that girl, his friends behind him and the two other girls they were with. In an instant, A reaches out to say hi and just like any intoxicated douchebag who sees a familiar face, he smiles a stupid smile says hey and gets pulled away. I half wished he didn’t see me, like a true runaway I just wanted to get my ass out of there. At the same time, I didn’t want to. At the same time, I thought to myself how frazzled I was from running every single time trouble’s about to get to me. At the same time, I thought to myself: I’ve been through worse situations in my life, this is just one more to add to the list and it wasn’t even that bad, he was just macking on some girl in a club – I’m sure I’ll make it out just fine. Besides, I did mention that I felt like he wasn’t giving me much of a challenge the past few “hang outs”, maybe this was the universe’s way of shoving it to my face saying, “here ya go, you wanted it, you asked for it, you got it. Here’s your effin’ challenge”.
So, I decided to stay with A and the people we came there with. By the time we found a spot with the rest of the friends’ crew, I had an eagle’s eye view of the whole club and I’m pretty sure everyone could see me too. Pretty sure everyone knew I was wasted. I was the “girl standing on the couch holding up two different drinks enjoying the music, shaking her booty” or so I looked. I tried to get the idea of Mr. D being in the same club macking on some girl out of my drunken mind. I was trying to evaluate, intoxicated, if I should be mad at him and tried to retrace my steps the last few weeks. Do I have a legitimate reason to get upset? Just when I was halfway through my drunken decision to overthink, they appear right beside me grinding like there was no tomorrow and as if the only thing missing was for everyone to throw them a thousand dollar bill EACH so they could get a proper hotel room. So, I move to sit on the couch to keep myself from getting further disgusted and before I waste my own pocket money to throw at them. I thought he was classy but he was trashier than any girl I’ve ever seen before. Granted he was in a shirt and jeans, if I remember correctly, but even the girls with their thongs seen got nothing on him. Yes him, not her. Poor girl didn’t know what she was getting into.
It was as if every corner I went he was there, too. At one point, I knew he knew I was right next to him. Next thing I know, he sits right behind me on the couch and starts groping the girl and makes out with her like a grizzly bear devouring an inferior animal and I turned and I saw and I turned back to face A and another friend, gave a face and you can tell that I was pissed.
Never mind that he was hand in hand with a random chick entering a club, never mind ignoring me and not saying hi and acknowledging my presence, never mind him grinding on her to a beat I bet none of them heard or purposely ignored and never mind them sweet talk shit to each other. BUT TO SIT RIGHT BEHIND ME AND DISRESPECT ME TO THAT EXTENT, oh you know it got me all riled up. Being with another girl and ignoring me, I was already disrespected, but I thought about it and Hong Kong’s too small. Where else can you bring a girl to mack on her? So, I let that one go.
BUT, REALLY? RIGHT BESIDE AND BEHIND AND THEN IN FRONT OF ME? It was like 10 seconds of REALLY bad sex – trying to do me in all 3 positions in 10 SECONDS. Now that’s f’d up.
It riled me up all right, and it riled me up really good. My blood was boiling and at any moment I was going to explode. First thought on my mind though? Where else has that mouth been? And I felt very dirty myself. I kept trying to stop myself from tapping him on the shoulders and calling him a douchebag. A and the other people we were with said not to do it that it wasn’t worth it trying to divert my attention to the men who were actually paying me some attention. But I wasn’t over it. I wasn’t just going to sit there like I would’ve done before and let someone make me feel like a fool and make a fool out of me. I’d like to think that I was brave enough to finally do something for myself. So, I did it. I tapped him on the shoulder halfway their gross club make out and said with all the air I had in my lungs, “YOU’RE A DOUCHEBAG!” AND I couldn’t believe it! – he looked at me like I was a crazy person 2 full seconds, TURNED BACK to the chick and started making out with her like that 5 seconds of confirming that I was there didn’t happen. That was the last of it. I said to myself, yup I’ve done what I wanted to do and I got that out of my system. Time to go home. This asshole is unbelievable. I CAN’T BELIEVE I COOKED FOR THIS DOUCHE. I hope he somewhat choked on that chicken. Thank goodness I didn’t make that much of an effort to make it. I told A I was ready to go home, and she said okay, the night was finally about to end.
I had to make a quick trip to the ladies’ room when I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and in an instant I wondered, “I wonder what I did to deserve this, this time” and then a flood of emotions blasting from the past took over me and I couldn’t help the tears from running through my eyes. A saw, held my shoulders and asked me to look her in the eyes and to repeat what she said: “I’m worth it”. Even as I’m typing it up now, I can’t help but shed a tear or two. I did as I was told of course and I was told to keep repeating it – out loud and in my head. The conscious side of my brain said to stop it and suck it and go home. So, I kind of did.
Walking to the cab line, almost falling and tripping down the hill, I felt like I spent a week of emotions on one night. It was definitely a series of unfortunate events, and ups and downs and insane thoughts and bad vibrations from bad people.
Yes, I put out the first night we met. YES I SHOULDN’T HAVE BECAUSE HE THOUGHT I WAS EASY FROM THEN ON. But I think I’ve given him enough reason and shown him at multiple occasions that I’m someone to be respected, not a hoe! And especially from someone his age! What is up with all of these boys claiming to be “men”. Doesn’t mean you work in a corporate world you’re counted as one. Act like it.
Once again, I felt like trash – like I wasn’t good enough for yet another douchebag. I felt unwanted and misused and my feelings abused. I felt like a toy that was outdated, a Nokia 3310 and last year’s edition of a Macbook Pro. I felt absolutely awful and all I wanted to do was to smack a bitch (bitch being Mr. D), go home and sleep. Sadly, I didn’t get to do the first one.
Like always, I tried to sum up how my night went down and I couldn’t believe that all in one night the following had happened:
- My French professor bailed after agreeing to meet my high school friends and I up for weeks now.
- I saw the chick that Manila guy kicked me out of his room for to have sex with.
- I got insanely drunk.
- I took a highway in some random toilet I’ve never been before with a random Moroccan I had just met.
- I drunk-texted Mr. D when I shouldn’t have.
- Mr. D just happens to be at the next club we were going to WITH ANOTHER CHICK, hand. in. hand.
- Mr. D takes disrespecting me to a whole new level by making out with the chick right in front of me.
- I actually tapped him on the shoulder and shouted, “YOU’RE A DOUCHEBAG” to his face.
- He looked at me like I was crazy after that.
- Mr. D continues on with his sexcapade and completely ignores what I had just said to him to his face. Well, I guess he was on a mission to get laid that night. Never mind that it was some random girl he met in a club (as per the girl’s friend - yes we met them, we’ll get to that later). He needed to get ass or a vag or whatever term “homeboys” call it nowadays. Never stopping, never stopping!
But NO, said the universe and God and whoever else out there who does have control over fate and mine in particular. It does not stop at that, oh no it doesn’t. They said, “No Cola, your night’s not done. You haven’t seen the best of it yet”. And true enough - the best of it, I still did have to see.
- End Part 4