Sunday night Ione, General D, Charli and I go on the hunt for a place to drink and dance, the options were limited by what public transport we could use or where our feet would take us, after some debate we settled on the Brisbane. The place was swarming with over-dressed girls in bad colours. strappy backs and so low cut fronts I wondered why they bothered to pretend to cover up.
Now that we had the drinking underway it was time to focus our efforts on dancing, we walked down to The Court, the local gay bar, who knows how we came to the decision to go there. The Court was pretty quiet, and having had a few drinks in me already, I was on the dance floor in no time. Ione joined me on the dance blocks they have (raised platforms so everyone can watch us). At some point in the night, Charli fixated on a cute blonde girl standing close by. I insisted she go up and say hi, Christina sent encouragement via txt in the form of ‘start with a hi’. By the time she got the courage to talk to her and was all ready to walk on over, she was gone! As a fall back, I invited some girls to join us on the blocks though Charli wasn’t all that interested in these ones. We danced until the bar closed, and joined the standard exodus to Connections, only with a slight detour to my place on the way.
I walked home with my shirt off to cool down, we sat around in the driveway while waiting for General D to set up posts with ‘do not enter’ tape to reserve our spot for the Oz Day pool party. Ione called it a night and the rest of us went down to Connections. Walking up the stairs tends to give me a little heart rush now, for fear of a repeat of Friday night flashbacks. Dacba joined us briefly, though he must have been there with others that night, he came and went, dropping in and out on us.
On the roof, we meet Jackson, who I hit it off with as we share some common techie nerdy interests. When the time came to leave, General D, Charli, Jackson and I head back to my place. We grab bad food and stumble our way home.
Jackson chats with the girls as I hang out with Dacba. They tell me in the morning that Jackson wasn’t sure he wanted to hook-up. I know that we did, and really what do you expect when you go home with a stranger from a club. His words were along the lines of, I’ve done this before with guys like him, and all they do is sleep with you then in the morning they just kick you out.
HELLO! That would about be the perfect definition of a one night stand. As in what he was, as in what you get when you hook-up with a stranger at a club. I mean frak!
Why am I a minority in this Gay Perth scene? It seems that most guys (as in all but one so far) are not interested in a one night stand. Here I am, single, willing and able. Where are the rest of the guys like me!?!?
So the sex was pretty bad, kinda like when you are young and it’s fast and rough ’cause you don’t really know what you are doing, and it didn’t last all that long. We slept, and the next morning to my shock and horror, I discover that Charli had invited him to the pool party!
There I was trying to be aloof without being outright rude, so that Jackson would get the hint that the night was now over and he should leave. Instead he is talking to Charli about details for the party, getting numbers and location details. I sit there in silent shock waiting for him to leave so I can do the ‘WTF Charli?!?!?!’
The girls leave for the party and I say I will join them later, I wanted to clean and shower away the night before. I had hoped that if Jackson did come to the party, he would see that I wasn’t there and leave. I arrive two hours late confident that my plan would work… only I get there to see a random in the pool with Charli, Ione and General D as I got closer it was none other than Jackson. Again with the WTF?!?!?! racing through my head.
I attempt to muster up all my bitchiness and just out right say to him, ‘What part of ‘one-night-stand’ don’t you understand?’ Instead I chicken out and act all tired and aloof, reverting back to this mornings antics. I attempt to have fun with my friends while showing this guy that I’m just not that interested. He kept on trying though, I would give points for efforts if I ever planned on seeing him again. There were many attempts at conversations, I tried to sound interested but all I could think was ‘I really don’t care and why are you even here?’
I am finally able to have some fun after the very drawn out goodbye from Jackson (‘Just leave already, don’t say goodbye to everyone, just wave farewell and go!!!’) After he leaves Charli apologised for inviting him. What an awkward, uncomfortable start to a party.
The rest of Oz Day was great, slugging down punch while swimming about, chatting to friends, laughing as we remembered events from the night before, like Charli brushing her teeth while I am in the shower and me opening the door to shake it about some (not that glass doors hide all that much ;p)
Having almost fallen asleep while hanging onto the side of the pool I decide home for a quick nap and then back to join the others, only a quick nap turned into a long nap, and I end up missing the rest of the party, and what turned out to be an important phone call.
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