Way Out Of My Comfort Zone

It was the closet thing to a date I’ve had in about six months. As of recently I’ve resorted to going to someones house or inviting someones over way too late in the nights. This was different… the time was still the same, sometime after ten, a friend of mine asked me to hangout with her at the bar she was at.

I was hesitant at first. I’ve grown complacent with the luxury of being able to just go over to someones house, skipping the small talk. This time I actually had to go out and hold a real conversation… potentially for hours if things go well. I told her I’d be there in a a little and went ahead to change, brush my teeth, and smoke a bowl to calm down. In all honesty I was nervous. I was skeptical I’d be able to hold conversation, it’s been so long since I had to. But I knew it was something I had to do if I ever wanted to meet someone.

When I got to the brewery she was at I walked all the way to the back of the bar looking for her. I told her what I was wearing hoping she’d see me. Then I get a text from her saying she left instructing me to walk out of the bar and go left to her and her friends. Friends that word frightened me. I heard a few laughs in the background through the speakers and I lost a little confidence with it. As I make it out of the bar I see a group of five girls off to the left in a distance. I’m assuming that that’s her.

The closer I get, I start to recognize her. She was wearing all white and I was in awe admiring her as I approached. Her pictured did no justice for how attractive she truly was. She met me, hugged me, and started talking to me making me feel comfortable. Her other friends had their backs on us while we talked seemingly to shun me out from them. They intimidated me incredibly, they didn’t even give me a chance to introduce myself. I kept conversation with my friend but was determeined to win over her friends.

The six of us spent the next hour together waiting in line to get a couple drinks before everything shut down for the night. One girl was smart and stashed a couple drinks in her bag. All the girls passed around the beer like it was a shot making sure everyone gets a sip to sustain their buzz. It caused them to shift all over the place, changing where they stood, and I found myself next to two girls that turned their back on me earlier. I did my best to make conversation with them hoping they’d deem me cool since my friend that invited me was on the other side of the group. I wasn’t able to talk to her without yelling over the whole group. Fortunately I was able to stare at her and see her smile when she caught me adoring her. I just couldn’t take my eyes off of her.

When we got in the bar we all crushed a couple vodka RedBulls and Moscow Mules to enhance our buzz. We all sat together at a table sharing laughs, telling stories, and filling me in on some inside jokes. I never hung out with such an honest group of girls. Actually I’ve never really hangout with a group of girls before. I loved listening to them talk about boy troubles, their random hook up’s, and old stories of them blacking out. They seemed like the coolest group of people I’ve met.

They then invited me to go to one of their friends to keep the night on. We stopped at the gas station, near one of their houses, and stocked up on some fourtys. I grabbed some Pinot Grigio and then headed off to her place. We sat around a pizza box like it was a camp fire attempting to play the pizza box game. Realistically we just blasted music annoying her neighbors at one in the morning, sharing laughs, and dancing like no ones watching.

When she was ready to go, she asked me if I wanted to spend the night with her. I didn’t want to intrude but she insisted and wanted me to come over. We didn’t sleep much that night, we just kept talking and kissing until the sun came up. It was one of the best nights I’ve had in a long time and I was lucky enough to share it with such an amazingly beautiful girl. Who somehow more attractive than her beauty perceived. I had to push myself to leave the comfort of my own home that night and it was well worth it. She made it all worth it.

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