A Puzzling Proposition: The Preamble

Well I suppose now is when I get to the down and dirty of things. Friday. What a night. The day couldn't have been any more boring but alas the night fullfilled its promise.

I met up with a friend from UNC and after having a leisurely dinner at Noodles & Company in FoCo we made our way to Denver. The Church Nightclub was our destination and we made it there with out any trouble which was nice.

Somehow no matter how much I try to stall and take my time we always make it to the club BEFORE things start heating up. Go figure.

So anyway. The night began rather uneventfully. My friend was a club virgin so I was more of in a mother bear mode but as she got comfortable it was time to start scouting the room and I did. If you know me at all, my eyes always take quick stock of a male asian head count quickly followed by the asian girlfriend count. Suprisingly it was rather slim pickings but it was funny to watch all the asian guys just bob their heads and watch the hired dancers... makes you wonder if you can compete no?

Anyway I'd had about enough of the techno floor, for some reason the DJs on Friday nights just aren't up to snuff and after a brief rest in the industry room it was time for the hip hop room.

It's actually probably my favorite room in the place, because I just love to feed ofthe intense energy it has. And the DJs was really good until like the last twenty minutes but whatever that's not the part you all want to hear about.

So anyway I'm just dancing with my friend and after fending off a creeper or two my friend decided to sit out for a bit, which was totally fine with me, I club pretty hard.

As soon as my friend was out of sight, BANG! Next thing I know I'm dancing with a well dressed Vietnamese man that missed my radar totally, like there's a small blank spot in my memory from where I saw him across the room and then when we were dancig so close you couldn't have shoved a piece of tissue paper between us. If you can call modern grinding/dry sex dancing... yeah I didn't think so either.

But that is beside the point, I suppose. His name was Ryan as I found out and he's from Littleton, so not too far away, and it was nice to have more then just a grind fest with a guy at a club, I mean the conversation wasn't heavy it was just comfortable light and mildy risque banter, you know "cake, and sleeping and endless outfit compliments." And when we made our way to the sushi bar for a rest, he pegged my personality perfectly while we just sat there me using his knees as a foot rest. I sooo need to stop wearing heels to clubs!

But after three hours of dancing and chatting, all good nights must come to an end. Granted a makeout session, a borrowed jacket and escorted walk to the car was nice icing on the cake. And despite how we exchanged numbers I didn't expect him to call, so wow what a suprise when I get out of the shower at 11am this morning I have a nice little "call me back" voicemail...and so now I'm off to call him back and figure out what to do with my life.... so actually you have to get the full drama scoop when I get my brain unscrambled....But trust me it's super juicy, there is a triangle involved! So stay tuned!

And what happened to my friend? Well I did a good job corrupting her that's for sure she had a wonderuful time and is soo addicted now.... oopies...