The Dark Horse
I needed a night out, and boy did I get what I was asking for. I needed to get out of the house, have a great time, and forget about my dating disasters. So of course, when a night like this is needed, you call your best wing woman. The girl that you can always count on to be up for anything, helps you get a good make out session in, and reminds you of the shenanigans you pulled when you don’t remember the next day. My friend Annabel (name has been changed) is that girl, when just the two of us go out on the town we are always causing ruckus until at least 3 am and never seize to have an amazing time.
So that is what we did. Went out and had a great night over an indulgent dinner at Noche in the highlands, then went to next door to get a drink, then went to Neighbors for another drink, then to Hand & Hand. At Hand & Hand we began talking to this really attractive cute blonde guy. Now I rarely go for blondes but he was good looking. The conversation was going really well and we were all laughing, having a good time. As a note, while Annabel has a boyfriend and she is very committed to him, she is the epitome of a good wing woman. Never the party pooper, can hold a conversation, and always helps set me up with someone. This cute guy…name not remembered… then began to talk out of his ass about how America has the best health care system, best education, and that people who are fat…well its their problem… and a number of other comments to that nature. Mind you, Annabel and I are in public health, so his ignorance was not only a turn off but annoying. Oh Annabel went in on him, and the argument went on and on. He was one of those people though, where no matter what you say he is not going to change his mind. The kind of person that doesn’t even listen to what you are saying, they are just thinking about their next point while you are talking. What are those people called? Oh ya, Republicans. We run into a number of those in Georgia, especially in the highlands area. I had to tap out of the argument because I was over it, luckily another guy approached me at the same time. He wasn’t that cute but I needed someone to talk to, and buy me drinks. That he did.
The next thing I know I’m sitting in a booth somewhere else talking to a really attractive black guy. All I remember is laughing a lot and then making out with him ….a lot. Hallelujah! Damn it felt good. I wasn’t even interested in getting his number, just a good make out sesh was all that I needed.
The next day I wake up and see 5 missed texts from an unrecognizable number, which read:
2.45am Whats good? Its Justin
2.54am What’s up girl?
2.55am Address?9
3.13am Lets chill lol. You’re bad.
3.24am Im heading to north Druid hills
3.31am For real tbo
So of course I call my girl, who then began to fill in the blanks. Apparently after Hand & Hand we went to the Dark Horse (don’t remember this). And at the Dark Horse when the black man (name not known) approached me I completely ditched the not cute white guy who had been buying me drinks all night to go for this other guy (you go girl). But apparently the white guy stuck around like a little puppy and wavered over me the whole time, even as I was making out with someone else. We determined that he was the one sending the desperate texts. But hey, at least I remember making out! Nothing is worse then hooking up and not remembering it
Apparently the rejected white guy then started to hit on Annabel who quickly pointed out that he was all over me earlier and he cant just tag team like that. I guess the guy next to her heard the conversation and started getting in his face about it, and they were “going to take it outside” (don’t remember this). I don’t know at what point we left, but we did. I ended up in bed, by myself, and in my pjs. I would call that a successful night.
Then I get on my dating profile and see a message from someone who has never messaged me before. It read:
“I saw you last night at Hand & Hand”
Creepy
Can I not just escape this online dating thing for one night?
Stay Tuned.
