I went out with the midnight kiss tonight (New Year’s Eve: Midnight). I met her at a pizza place that was hosting a punk show featuring local bands. I didn’t know this show was happening so it took my surprise. It certainly was not a good surprise because punk is one of the least progressive forms of music I’ve ever heard. It’s kind of ironic how conservative the music is considering how pissed off punk is at anything conservative. I don’t blame them for feeling that way, but they sure are reluctant to change anything about punk. We stopped the conversation on the idea that maybe the punk scene is not really into music, but rather, they are just into the attitude. Her friend-boy was there, but he was quite drunk. He had to give up functioning before we left. I didn’t really figure out if this was a romantic relationship or a friendship.
We left the place after a couple drinks to hit up a venue hosting a electronic-disco fusion DJ. It was danceable. I hadn’t really danced in a while, so it felt quite good. I spent most of the non-dancing time chatting with some creative partners discussing future ideas. I tend to unintentionally ignore my dates when we go out. In some ways I feel it would defeat the purpose of going out if we only chatted with each other. We are there to socialize and enjoy a night out with some music. We did have a little group chat at the end of the night though. When we stepped out, the now ex-girlfriend was right behind me and gave me a hello with a small cuddle gesture. I did not respond to it. My hands were cold. I realized the possible interpretation of my hands staying locked in my pockets at that moment. Too late to fix it now.
So here is the part you all are waiting for. We drove back to her place with the abstractly boyfriend friend passed out on her bed while we fucked in the living room. It was scary but exciting at the same time.
No that didn’t happen. You have been left with a possibly boring story. Of course that is what I would have liked to do. Not tonight though. I’ll leave you with better stories soon. Hopefully. I close my night with good music. She isn’t missing in action.