A Night I’ll Remember

A Night I’ll Remember

Part Three

I don’t know if I am a trend-setter or something, but I have noticed a disturbing tendency for people to start thinking something is popular not long after I do something. Perhaps it’s megalomania or simply that my focus has been shifted. Who knows?

I’ll tell you something, though: I remember picking up a book by a writer I’d never heard anything of before and telling my friends about it. They hadn’t heard of it either, but before I knew it Harry Potter was being made into a movie. I’m not saying that they made it into a movie because I liked it, but it is quite interesting that whenever I watch one of my favourite books turned into a more edible format – namely film – I could tell whether it’d make a profit or not simply by how much (or how little) I liked it. And it’s not just in movies, mind you.

I was introduced to the Machiavelli 6 months prior to this visit and since then, they’d been able to hire more people, do more theme parties and several people I’d introduced to the place now considered it a great place to come for a pleasant evening out.

So naturally, when I introduced the idea that everyone was up for grabs, regardless of prior relationships the idea quickly spread. Proud to say, actually, that without trying I had been around the entire table – excepting only two; Lea and Theresa – and had moved Louise to sit in my lap. I don’t quite know why it feels so pleasant to have a pretty girl sitting in ones lap… perhaps it’s pure instinct to have ones genitals as close to a potential mate’s?

Still, it was nice enough like this.

“C’mon now, don’t be shy…” Theresa said and leaned in.

“Yea,” Mary confirmed, “Don’t worry so much,”

“But I don’t want to!” Lea complained, “I’m not–”

“You’re not used to this sort of thing?” I helped.

She nodded, thankful for having been saved from the love-hungry girls trying to trap her in a corner. I smiled involuntarily; how rarely did those moments happen for me? It’d been almost… I counted the months – a year and a half!? – since I had been in a situation like that. “Girls,” I said, “Leave Lea alone. If she doesn’t want to, no one is going to force her. Understood?”

Perhaps it was a bit harsh, but despite the both of them being quite attractive, I had no interest in trying to woo them at the moment. I had already won a prize tonight, I thought and Louise and I shared another kiss to underline my point.

My mind always worked in strange ways and once I had gotten Louise, Patrick, Mary and Freya I had quickly decided that I would ‘work the table’ so to say.

Theresa was out of the question, no doubt about that. Her and I had been friends for so long and… there was some history there and those particular wounds weren’t ones I felt like tearing open for any reason.

Theresa’s boyfriend, though? Why not, I thought to myself, he is somewhat good-looking even if he is a weed-smoking hippie. I tried to block out the image of him with a guitar and flowers in his hair and replaced it with the gi that I knew an old kendo-ka would have to have. Whether it was the surprise of being kissed by a guy or simply surprise in general I’ll never know, but the kiss could use improvement, no doubt about that. Still, I had just moved on to the next person, without letting the memory linger too much.

It was ironic, really. Theresa had met her current boyfriend four months ago and at that time I had to convince her that not only was he far from out of her league (him being two years younger than him, his looking suspiciously like a girl and smoking weed to boot) but that she should really set her standards higher than him.

Obviously, the second point had failed to reach her at this point, but after having used two weeks constantly assuring her that any heterosexual sixteen-year old guy would be interested in her I didn’t feel like spending another few weeks driving in another obvious point. No doubt she’d figure it out in time.

I’ve heard the term ‘being alone in a crowd’ and contrary to what most people think, I don’t believe it’s a sign of depression or being an emo. On the contrary, it’s a sign of being aware of how the world works. A school example was this night, when Louise and I started talking; everyone else were talking amongst themselves while our exchange took place…
“You’re not getting away this time,” Louise said, the look in her eyes indicating that she was referring to something I was supposed to know. I drew another blank – as I often do when talking to that utterly confusing girl – and decided to kiss her to avoid having to answer.

“Are your parents home?” she continued afterwards. Suddenly the question made sense and I thought for a moment. “Yea, they should be home by now; sleeping.”

“Then I’ll go with you home tonight. You and I are gonna fuck,” she promised. I’m honestly a little uncomfortable with the word ‘fuck’ when used like that, whether because of the norms of our society or because I find it an undignified description of the act itself. Still, I don’t think I let that show on my face.

“Alright,” I said, suppressing to urge to blurt out my feelings of the word fuck.

“You’re not getting away this time,” she repeated; whether it was on purpose or drunken ramblings were unclear at this point.

I should probably mention that at that particular point in time I was a virgin; not that anyone would suspect, though I never made any attempt to hide it. I even knew more than a few girls who had tried their very best to ensure the contrary, though that wasn’t how they had formulated it. The one I’ll never forget said very poetically: “I want to have your children,” which, while probably a very romantic sentiment, is disturbing when you’re 15 years old and dating someone else.

For some reason, though, people assume that since I am relaxed when talking about sex and don’t ask a whole lot of questions, it was impossible for me to be a virgin. Of course, for those people who count oral sex as a sexual act, I wasn’t but you hardly ever met anyone who was that strict about things.