achterbahn

Last Friday was bad-idea-night. There was this party of a friend. Owner of our favourite Italian restaurant in all of the world! (Well, outside Italy.)

One of his waitresses was there. Nice girl, never talked much with her. At some point the restaurant guy asked me, if I would want some coke. Not my regular thing, but why not? So he pulled me in a tiny room, much like a walk-in-closet with bookshelves. We did the stuff. In came the waitress, she also wanted some, which she got.

Suddenly the guy left. I was alone with the girl in the closet. She started totally coked and drunk to explain to me, that she always thought, the me and my friends - who come to the restaurant - were some idiots. Of course I argued being an idiot. So for a while I missed her point, which was telling me, that now she started to like me - inspite of all.

Much talking. No sense. No idea, how long we stayed in the room. Coke-Time is hard to tell. But when we came out of the closet (haha) the party was almost over. Everybody was leaving.

Stupidly enough I asked the girl, if she wanted to come with me. She couldn't. Somehow I had missed the point, that she has "a thing going" with the restaurant guy, and with it being his birhtday, well ... The usual bad luck. But when he was out saying good-bye to some friends, I kissed her. Long. It was sexy. Then I went home.

Next time I was at the restaurant, the guy was talking about her like she is his real girl-friend. Damn. Of course he doesn't know. But my friends hate me now for endangering us going to this wonderful restaurant. After all he is Italian ...