I
Get by with a Little Help from my Hook- Up Buddy
Last semester of senior year I was extremely depressed. I
had just been dumped, hated student teaching, and was barely making money at
work. Dolce and my roommates practically had to drag me out on weekends; I know
right!? It was bad. I needed something to get me out of my funk.
Back in sophomore year my then boyfriend Chris’ best
friend was Michael. He was really tall, really good-looking, and I was
convinced he hated me. Michael wouldn’t really make eye-contact, barely spoke,
and would usually leave whenever I would go hang out with them. Luckily for me
though, he was a bouncer at one of the bars in town and would always let me cut
the line and never made me pay.
Fast
forward to senior year.
Amber’s boyfriend at the time, Pete, was in a band. More
importantly, he was also Michael’s roommate. The band was playing a big show up
in Albany at a bar called the Bayou. Naturally Gabanna and I were invited (it’s
not a party unless we’re there). After poppin’ the handle of Bacardi we brought,
we started getting silly and pulled out the Bible. Apparently one of the boys’
favorite pastimes was quoting Bible passages, so naturally we drunk dialed him
and left him a lovely voicemail. Which brought up the topic of me telling Pete
that Michael hated me.
“What are you talking about Gabanna? He was always into
you.”
“WHAT?!”
“Yeah, he had a huge thing for you when you were with
that guy. Why do you think he always let’s you into the bar for free?”
“Because I smile and keep walking?”
“He LIKES you. Too bad he has a girlfriend…”
Rats!
Fast
forward again to two weeks later.
As I was working hard on my final project for student
teaching, AKA going through Dolce’s closet trying to find something to wear
that night, I received a text from a number I didn’t know.
“Hey it’s Michael. Pete gave me your number, what are you
up to tonight?”
“DOLCE! It’s Michael!” After coming up with the perfect
text message back (you know you do it too) and talking for a little bit I found
out that his girlfriend had just broken up with him. I also found out that he
was working all night at the bar. Dolce and I were having a party at the house
that night, and Michael and I were texting back and forth the whole time. After
several texts demanding to know why I wasn’t out yet, we headed down to the
bar.
Dolce and I walked in and realized he wasn’t at his usual
post by the door. We decided to do a lap, and as we circled the bar we realized
that he was right behind us. Not quite sure how we missed him, considering that
he was six foot five, but that’s not the point. His arm was immediately around
me and it was clear we both wanted to hook-up.
“Can’t you just leave?” I asked.
“I’m head bouncer; I’m not allowed to leave until we
close.” Who knew there was such a thing as head bouncer? Suddenly he grabbed my
hand and pulled me through the bar. Poor Dolce was left behind in the dust as
we headed through the “Employees Only” door and downstairs into the basement.
Before I even had a chance to contemplate how slightly creepy it was, I was on
top of an ice chest and we were making out. So. Freaking. Hott.
We had probably been down there for about 10-15 minutes
when my phone started going off. Dolce the Cockblocker had been texting me
demanding to know where I went and to come find her, and Michael said that he
should probably get back to work. So naturally we started making out some more
until Dolce called me.
“WHERE ARE YOUUUU COME ACROSS THE STREETTTTT!”
“Guess it’s really time to go,” he laughed. He led me
through the basement door, kissed me and told me to text him when I found her. Floating
on a cloud, I pranced across the street and into the bar where I found Dolce
dancing with one of our guy friends. After demanding to know where I had been
and filling her in on what happened we decided to head home. I was pulling her
out of the bar and began to turn around to tell her to hurry up when she landed
on the back of my shoe and I tripped. “YOU BROKE MY SHOE!” She started laughing
and apologizing when my phone went off.
“I think you’re cute :)” Awwww.
“I broke my flip flopppp.” I know, I know, I’m just so
smooth.
He told me how sorry he was about my shoe and told me to
get home safe. I texted him when I got home and demanded that he come over.
Unfortunately for me, the bars didn’t close for another hour, so I harassed Dolce
until she passed out. I then waited patiently (not really) until he showed up
at the house, and we immediately picked up where we left off. He stayed the
night and cuddled me in the morning until I had to get ready for work. Michael and
I continued to talk throughout the rest of the day and for the whole last week
of school.
On the night before my last day of student teaching I was
baking cupcakes for my class. Every one of my friends was harassing me to go
out for the last Tuesday of the semester, even though I was completely shot.
“Just come out, we’ll help you frost the cupcakes when
you come home!”
“I have your clothes picked out, just put them on and we
can go out for an hour and then you’ll be back.”
So much peer pressure! Then there was the icing on the
cake (literally). Amber was with Pete and texting me saying Michael was asking
if I was going out, because he would only go if I was. I’ve never gotten ready
so fast in my life. We headed out to the bars and met up with Amber, Pete and Michael,
who was waiting for us with pitchers of beer.
We all hung out all night, until I realized it was 2am
and I had to be up at 6 for student teaching. Michael offered to walk me back,
since he had to be up for a final in the morning anyway (we’re such dedicated
students). When we were almost at my house I told him that I needed help
frosting the cupcakes and that he couldn’t go home until they were done.
I know where all your minds are going people, and yes, we
did have a frosting fight. Once again: SO. FREAKING. HOT.
Once school ended he left to backpack through Europe and we
stopped talking. He’s currently at grad school in France, and once Dolce and I finalize
our plans to travel there this fall I know the first person I’ll be telling…
Moral
of the Story
-Sometimes you just need one person to help you get over
something
-Always make sure your best friend is walking next to you
so she doesn’t break your flip flops
-Don’t be afraid to get a little dirty and have a good
time
-It is what it is, sometimes you just need to let loose
and have fun
