9/01/2017

Waive the Last Dance

Story Sent in by Valerie:

Wes and I had already gone out on a couple of dates and I was finding myself liking him. For our third date we planned to go out to dinner and then to a dance at a barn just outside of town.

Dinner went fine. The dance was packed mostly with young people around our age but also some older folks, as well. It was great to be around so many people having a good time. And there was alcohol.

After a couple of dances I lost track of Wes. It was a big space and not well-lit, so I didn't worry about it. I was having fun and was sure I'd catch up with him at some point. After a little while longer I took a walk around to find some friends who I heard might have been there.

I found Wes in a corner sitting next to a girl I didn't know. They were chatting really closely and Wes even started kissing down her neck! I stormed right up to him and asked him if he wanted to introduce me to his friend. The girl looked mortified but not Wes. He stood up, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, stared me down, and said, "I don't care if you know! It's my life! I wanna sleep with everyone, and I'm gonna!"

With that he shoved past me and he dashed into the dancing crowd like a crazy man. He grabbed at just about every woman he passed, shouting, "You! And you! And you! And you! Mine! Mine!"

He disappeared into the crowd. I took a moment to glance at the girl he had left behind on the chair. Feeling a sudden and unexpected kinship with her, I said, "What a wacko!"

She nodded, grabbed her drink, and took off in another direction. I shortly thereafter found my friends, danced up a storm, and had an otherwise lovely night. As for Wes, I have no idea if he accomplished his goal or not. I never, ever saw him again.

2 comments:

  1. I'm sure he found someone to romance that night....

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  2. Yet another entry for the "1,000 Douchiest Ways to End a Date" book!

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