12/27/2011

Club Sandwich

Story Sent in by Elinn:

I was out on my first date with Pete at a techno club when he received a text and shouted to me, over the music, "Hey, I'm going to meet a friend of mine outside. I'll be right back."

I nodded to him and he left. He returned a minute or two later with Brad, a big guy with closed eyes and a bobbing head. Pete said to me, "Stay with Brad for a sec. I have to go do something."

He left. Unusual first date practice, but I didn't mind, since the music was really good. Soon after, Brad, who had been dancing very close to me, tapped my shoulder and spoke the first words he had spoken to me all night: "Pete just texted me. He's going to be gone for longer than he thought. Want to leave?"

I asked, "Is Pete going to be meeting us somewhere?"

"Yeah."

It was around 11. I left with Brad and he took me to a nearby diner where we both ordered ice cream. I asked him, "Is Pete meeting us here?"

Brad shrugged. "I don't know. I could care less."

"Do you know where he is?"

"Probably back at the club by now. Why do you care?"

I put a couple of pieces together in my head and asked, "Did you take me out of the club just to get me away from Pete?"

"Yeah. Wanna go back to my place?"

"Oh. You know that Pete and I were on a date together, right?"

He said, "So?"

I replied, "Thanks for the ice cream. I'm going back to the club."

"Whatever, bitch," Brad said, sucking down a spoonful of ice cream.

I left the ice cream place, then called and texted Pete. He didn't reply, and I went back to the club to look for him. He wasn't around. With nothing else to do, I danced to a couple more songs, then went home a little after midnight.

When I woke the next day, I discovered a barrage of texts from Pete, sent between one and four in the morning, all of which were variances of "Where are you?" "Did you and Brad leave together?" "Are you at his place?" "Did you sleep with him?" and so on.

I texted him back to let him know that Brad and I didn't do anything and that I thought it was poor form for him (Pete) to just leave me with his weirdo friend.

Pete replied, "Whatever, bitch." I could see why the two were friends.

6 comments:

  1. Ordinarily,, I would be very critical of the OP. I would say that a techno club is an absolutely idiotic place to go for a first date, because even if you like techno, thrashing around to insanely loud music isn't a particularly bright way to figure out if you have a connection with somebody. I would furthermore posit that when your date ditches you with strange men for a couple of hours and you think it's a bright idea to go off on your own with this person you just met, it's quite possible - even probable - that you have a tendency to make bad life choices. Subsequently, I would question whether the fact that two men called you a "bitch" and subsequently ignored you might be a sign that maybe you're a bit of a pushover and you should be more assertive.

    That's what I'd ordinarily say, but I won't do that now, since the fact that you're submitting this story to ABCotD shows that you've ALREADY gained a certain understanding of this. Congratulations OP: you got hit by the Clue stick! Sure, it hurts a little, but don't you feel so much smarter afterwards?

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  2. The correct thing to do would be to contact each of them and tell Brad you slept with Pete and vice versa. Tell them each that the other one was fantastic, had a giant wang, etc. Sit back and watch the fun.

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  3. The title only makes me think one thing: a bad case of the gang rape

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  4. Be that as it may, I would love some peppermint ice cream right now. Yummy!

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  5. And after telling each that you slept with them tell them that you have a scorching case of herpes - the gift that keeps on giving.

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