Story time!
Last night at the goth club I was dancing next to my friends and noticed up by the booths there was a guy with gorgeous long hair talking to a friend of his. I was trying to figure out if/how/what/ermahgerd/should I go talk to him? Is this intruding? Idk?! We can’t predict reciprocation but I wanted to try in a polite and non intrusive manner so I decided offering to get his next drink when he was ready. He was nursing his current drink pretty slowly so I was like eh.. and I didn’t want to interrupt his conversation with his friend. It’s also super loud in there and you can’t really have a conversation unless you’re super close to someone and am not willing to close that gap unless invited. So I waited a while and wrote out on my phone that I didn’t want to yell over the music, but wanted to know if I could buy him a drink. I went back and forth on this and asked myself what’s the worst that could happen? He declines? That’s not bad. And I felt hot af, I was missing a fetish ball friends were throwing in Phoenix and dressed up for the occasion up here.
I walk over and show him my phone, he has trouble reading the tiny font so I sceenshot it and make it larger. It’s when I got close to him that I realized the club lighting was overly flattering and it was too late for me to abort mission and reneg (boy does this feel superficial af and brutally honest to write out / but we’d never approach anyone or reciprocate unless we were attracted so… yeah). He read the message and seemed pretty amused, whatevs. He accepts and says he’ll take a kraken and coke, I go to the bar and wait in line and text my wifey on messenger about the discovery and that I might need her to “rescue” me in a few minutes. Get his kraken and coke, I grab club soda for myself, and head back to him. His friend has since left him, I hand him the drink and sit down next to him and he isn’t starts chatting (which I appreciate) and then it’s nonstop. I guess this is good because I didn’t have to carry the conversation.
My friends are now peering over the half wall on the dance floor side and are highly entertained about this interaction. I think one of them gave a thumbs up? We start talking music and I realize he’s a total gutter punk at heart and was toned down in attire. And that’s cool, but yeah uhhmm, I say that I really want to go dance and he’s all “you should” and I do, and I go back to my friends and they thought it looked like things were going great so I said “look at your phone” and they were like “oh.” The icing on this cake is talking to one of my friends later who knew exactly who I was talking about when describing what had happened and mentioned he was og. He mentioned being in the scene since the early 90’s and she said he had to be in his 50’s. He looks great for his age, and that’s true, but I was so thrown off. It was so awkward, and my friends didn’t see the text to pull me out. I pushed myself to do a thing and not worry about the outcome. It was hilarious, I had a great night. I got a lot of complements on my outfit. The end.