So there I was...in the dating wilderness...yes,he has moved on.It's like Ms.Winehouse completely read my murky mind when she penned her song "Back to Black"..that was exactly what was happening..that song became disconcertingly relevant and I even mailed it to "Him".
"He went back to what he knew..so far removed from all that we went through..We never said goodbye with words,I died a hundred times,he went back to her and I WENT BACK TO BLACK.."
Difference is,though,that MY black would,instead of heroin and self-mutilation,be partying and flirting up a storm...
So begins my departure from GLUM to Yum and that happened to coincide with the festive silly season and lots of necessary changes to my wardrobe as well as my attitude.I let go of the shackles of being inlove with someone who could never ever give me what I wanted and started basking in the freedom which comes with singledom.I do WHAT I want, When I want and...more importantly WHO I want at any given freakin time! Yeah!!
I felt as if I was let out of the proverbial "Love Cage"...My time was my own and I had nobody to consider and nobody frowning upon my "debaucherous nocturnal activities" and nobody asking me whether it was COMPLETELY neccessary to spend half of my salary on a pair of cobalt blue platforms.
In the midst of this craziness there has been a few "guest appearances" of the male species...eg: One random,crazy night after too many white wine spritzers myself and Jan end up at "The Spot" and who should I bump into but Mr."Best Friend" himself!! All cologned and Armani-ed up looking knee-turn-to jelly sexy and smiling in my direction..as if to say "I knew I'd find you here..". Not that I minded...I mean,drama aside,this boy's HOT and I will not look a gift erm...horse in the mouth.After a few weeks,however,I got bored and I also needed Drama rehab so I just stopped returning calls and texts...(Is THIS what guys go through??Is THIS why you stop calling us??)
So partying and getting completely trashed was my main priority at the time...partially coz Im a bonafide hedonist but in most part to help me forget... Work was playing a substantial role in taking up my time too but then when I got home I needed a distraction at night...and in my 1st love,partying..I found said distraction.
It was November and I was really really feeling the burn...my buddy called me up(I always find it more fun hanging out with the guys...tough love and less DRAMA!).I was aware of that weekends Tomfoolery and I needed that release..the previous weekend turned out ok as I went on a two day vacation but I was STILL surrounded by a bunch of males who reminded me why there are girls who like girls out there...total cunts! I was told Im a proud bitch just because I wasnt this Fifties housewife type who jumped whenever they bellowed!! I mean, seriously now!! So I needed that testosterone released...urgently.
Myself and Joey had matching moods and matching mischevious grins.Tonight was ours for the taking!Just thinking back to it now makes me wanna burst our laughing.Two fools on a mission.That's what we were,what the mission was,however,wasn't evident,but a mission indeed.So we hooked up withhis buddies at "The Joint" and I was like a deer caught in the headlights,didn't know anyone and wasn't in the mood to do the whole aloof,demure thing,fuck that!Icould feel the atmosphere and was empathizing with it...it was AWESOME,this was the first time in a long time that my mood was not determined by anyone other than myself,it felt liberating.I was on the balcony,just savouring the moment I was in when I felt someone standing behind me...it felt almost intrusive...but when I looked over my shoulder into his face,it was a GOOD kind of intrusive.No.It was the "How YOU doin" kinda intrusive.I thought to myself"I havent seen guys THIS good looking around Cape Town in like,ages!! Fwwoooaarrghh!!!
Scott, as he introduced himself is GORGEOUS!! Just my type and he approached with caution(everbody thinks myself and Joey are an item no matter how much he wolf-whistles at chicks!). I was rendered speechless coz in this tired ass town guys hardly come up to females in the manner in which he did...I liked!! There was no boob staring,no alcohol breath and very impressively NO GROPING.This was clearly someone who embodied some culture.Unfortunately and fortunately for me I was sticking to my mission and nothing,not even a droolsome hottie babe would deter me.So we made our excuses and left...lucky for me,Joey (my buddy,my pal) knew a bit about him,always good in obtaining information which I later may need to pursue(thinking like a true journo,I have a lead!!)Scott may have caught me at an unaccomadating time..but he sure as hell made a big enough impression on me to want to know and see more...
So off we gallop...no,actually I think it was a bit of a trot to our next endeavour.Had boundless amounts of fun,danced till we dropped the usual..but I didn't forget about that impish smile and that devilish good looks(I sound like a dating agency ad...Geez!!)
Eventually I coaxed the info out of my Joey,after,of course being told I would get it in exchange for some other pop tarts number...so I played clever...and got enough information out of this sneaky bugger to do investigations of my own!! MUWAHAHAHA! Who is the weasle now!
Contact was made,numbers exchanged-RESULT! I was over the moon,perhaps too much so...compared to the previous weeks and months' cynicism I spewed at anything remotely heart shaped.I was swooning over this darn guy..WTF!? So before a date was arranged(I was very calculating about this...it disturbs me that I treat dating like war strategy...) Joey asked me to join him and some mates at party then clubbing after...I obliged,but simply didn't make as much effort as I should've...
Threw on my black Guess "need-to-look-spif-in-a-hurry" dress,tied my hair back,smeared on eyeliner and mascara and off I went(donning,off course, my infamous cobalt platforms!!) this time I was more comfortable at the party and was feeling relaxed laughing and trying to captivate my audience(which,mind you,happened to be two extremely giggly,quite naive chicks) with my witty banter...And then...he walks in...OH.MY.GOD it's Scott!!!!!
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