Page 5 of Mine for 24 Hella-Hours
My collision with an intriguing man in complete darkness felt enticing yet unfulfilled due to my early departure. That was by far the most exciting thing I have ever participated in. I wonder if he is here, somewhere amongst the crowd.
At first, I thought it was a sign Finn suggested we go there. I don’t think that club brings me luck but he insisted which led me to the conclusion; that I just want to have fun. No expectations. I don’t know Finn. And it’s good we’re going to be surrounded by other people.
Strangers, but still.
The wide entrance at the rear of the building is accompanied by two bouncers at the front.
“Miss, I need to check your ID.” Says the bulky one to my right.
I extract my ID and present it to him. Above us hang the rolling steel doors which give me the chills. What if accidentally they’ll fall and chop someone’s head off? My parents always said I have a vivid imagination. Guess they weren’t wrong.
“Have a great night.” He nonchalantly replies with a hint of formality.
“Thank you. You too.” I shove my ID back into my purse as I enter the black void threatening to consume me.
A sharp slope, I’m finding a little hard to walk straight on is guiding me down into the nightclub. Everything is black from floor to ceiling, except the burgundy sitting area at the back and the stools around the black bar at my left.
Rows of red neon lights cover the ceiling in different sections of the space, illuminating the scene. The large red neon sign,Hella, hangs proudly to my right above the dance floor.
Enchanting, exactly like I remember it.
It’s still early to be swamped yet, more and more people file in at each minute.
Another matching neon sign,Sex is Art, catches my sight over the couches as I scan the area, looking for Finn. An art not many can perform, I guess.
My poor attempts and countless dates are proof of that. Not everyone can satisfy my needs. And finding the one who does is an impossible quest. The more I try the more frustration engulfs me.
Being alone is not a bad thing. I’ve done that my whole twenty-six years on this planet. Well, minus the two exes. They were short relationships with nothing substantial.
Perhaps, I don’t want to be alone.
I want to find that one person who can make me a hot mess with just one look. I want someone to share my days with, my nights with. Have serious conversations and silly ones. Laugh with. Trust and support each other. Build a life together.
Thatintense magnetic click that you can’t pull from.
Is that too much to ask?
The vibrations of my phone rattle my purse right as a sexy, erotic song paints the scene about a man telling all of the things he will do to his woman.
Sophie: Let me know you’re okay later. And don’t forget the details too.
Dylan: Will do! Enjoy your night with Matt and we’ll talk in the morning.
I close my phone and carry myself to the bar to get a non-alcoholic drink.
Lame me.
I like to keep my wits intact, particularly, when I’m alone with strangers.
The cute bartender keeps his smile in check as he makes my drink. No judgment reflects in his bright blue eyes at my choice for the night.
The club isn’t huge but it’s big enough to separate different sections and give enough space to accommodate the clubbers.
“There you go, ginger lemonade.” He places the tall glass in front of me and moves on to the next customer.
“Thank you.”
I take a few gulps of this fruity-flavored juice when my brain directs me to take my butt dancing.
