I thought we were on a date, but…

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Have you ever been out with a ‘friend’ and suddenly found yourself on a date? This has happened to me twice. Clearly I don’t learn from past events <cheeky grin>

The time in question started with spare tickets for roller derby. I put a post on Facebook and asked around amongst my friends. Not much interest, so I decided to ask Brett, who I had met recently. ‘I have some spare tickets for roller derby, did you want to come?’ 

Brett had been out drinking on the day of roller derby. He met us slightly tipsy and with booze spilt and still wet on his shirt. Classy might not be the word to use here, but one thing is for sure, Brett is a fun guy to be around.

We made our perilous trip to Maidevale, grabbed a drink and mingled about watching the roller derby.

Roller Derby

We weren’t there long before Brett said to me ‘I thought we were on a date, but… you have a giant hickie on your neck!’

Wait, what now? Date? Since when was I on a date. I had no idea how to respond to that comment. How did ‘I have some spare tickets for roller derby, did you want to come?’  turn into ‘Hey Brett, wanna go on a date with me? We can go to roller derby.’

Remember that this is the Brett from ‘a not so brief moment‘, who if you haven’t yet read about, leapt into a taxi to go home just as I was about to invite him back to my place.

Further proof, for me at least, that roller derby was not, and was never meant to be, a date.

The comments continued on into the night, going so far as Brett consulting a friend via txt and them agreeing with him. Oh what these people must have thought, what I would have thought… rocking up on a what you think is a date and the guy has a giant hickie on his neck. Slut much! Sure thing much?

Seemingly not put off, and with the desire to get drunk and dance, Brett asked us all if we would like to continue on at The Court.

The Court, and being interrogated.

Not ready for the night to end, and with enough alcohol in my body to fuel me on, we all made our way to The Court. Brett bumped into some friends quite soon after we arrived and wasted no time in telling them that he ‘…thought he was on a date, but look at that giant hickie!!’. What was I to say to these strangers? The proof was right there, noticeable even in the poor light and smoke filled haze of the dance floor.

Deciding that I would ignore the comments and attempt to have a good time, I danced and drank. And suffered the relentless remarks from the group of people I was with.

Some guy came up to say hi to Brett, and already deciding that this would just be another person giving me a hard time about my ‘hickie on a date’, I ignored his presence and danced on with the girls. Brett tapped me on the shoulder and said, ‘Peter, I want to introduce you to someone.’

A surprise introduction.

‘Peter meet Jude. Jude meet Peter’. An introduction was made.

Wait! I thought, who now?!? ‘Hi Jude, nice to meet you.’

‘Hi Peter, Peter… ummm…’

‘Jude, as in Jude-your-dad-just-went-home this week???’

Standing before me, was none other than Jude from ‘Coffee? Sure, or…‘ There was instant attraction, this guy was every bit as cute, if not cuter that his profile, and his accent… oh that sexy British accent. Just – my – type!

We chatted for a short while on the dance floor, but once again, Jude couldn’t stay as he was otherwise engaged. There with friends. We said, ‘it’s nice to meet you’, and carried on our separate nights, or so I thought.
Jude appeared again a couple of times over the night. Each time dancing closer to me, flirting with me. By about the third visit he made, Jude had planted himself firmly in-between Brett and I. He was dancing really close this time, our bodies very nearly almost touching, and then…

Right in front of Brett, (who, remember, thought he was on a date with me), pounced on in and started making out with me. The kissing was good, really good. Passionate and sexy. I was really into Jude. Aroused by his dance moves and swooning over his sexy accent. Impressed by his directness. After almost completely losing interest in this guy, I was hooked and wanted more.

The song ended, and as we came up for air, Brett declared ‘Right, I’m off. Seeya!’

I guess the question of the hickie paled in comparison… ‘I thought we were on a date but… you’re making out with another guy!’

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