THE NIGHT BEGAN GREAT!
It was my girlfriends last weekend in town before she would head out on a road trip through Africa travelling and volunteering. We ate at hers, invited all the good people and cute strangers she was ever dating to head out to our typical nightlife joint. The drinks were affordable. The music was on fire, the crowd was twenties young and they had snacks all over. What else in nightlife would a 23 year old want? Right when got off our Uber we saw our mutual friends , grabbed a couple drinks and just began to celebrate.
THEN WE MET THE CRAZY CREW
Typically as a goodnight rolls, a tall dark and muscly guy taps my shoulder to ask what we seemed so excited about. I smiled and gave a quick response before he (Dominic) asked us to join his friends. Apparently they were in town for some rugby matches and were celebrating the ‘victory’. He was nice so I did not really care about the details, it just seemed the most opportune time to drag my girlfriend away from the sad, dry conversation she seemed to be having. So we joined the rugby crew.
The conversations were flowing, the booze was great, and so we started dancing. I’m not entirely certain how or when but at some point Dominics face may have landed on my lips for a few seconds. We brushed it off like nothing right before my girl squad showed up curious and all concerned. The words a non-kiss, kiss may have slurred out there before turning back to my companion. They were two now. We kept talking when Dominic suggested shots. Our immediate seemingly coordinated reaction was to slow motion slide away from the 3rd party continuing funny random conversation while he eyed us. While we were at the bar waiting for our shots we could see said 3rd party eyeing us with a couple new friends. They seemed to be from the same rugby crew we had hanged around earlier. We paid no attention and tended to our crap tequila shots carrying on conversation. Dominic became funnier and I thanked the power of tequila. We ended up at the dance floor again and I just kept staring at this tall handsome guy in awe. Naturally we made out and it was actually cute this time. My girlfriends interrupted us saying she needed her house keys to leave but could not find them in my purse anymore. They were lost and we were in no state to precisely recollect their whereabouts. Typical nightlife occurrence . Superman swooped in with a great save offering to let us stay at his. While apologizing to Dominic about the situation he randomly goes like that’s not my name.
I stare at my friend confused and have a minor debate about what his name was (while he listens). Nightlife was begniing to looks very screwed up .She politely corrects me and says I actually left real rugby player Dominic to party the night away with the stranger dressed in a similar shirt we were leaving with. Puzzled, with no words to recover from this shame we proceed to his place to sleep and be very awkward.