mohawk_138

I had a bit of a letdown tonight. Not a drastic one, but a serious shock..... not even shock, more confusion than anything. I've been in a deeply flirting state with a girl I work with for some time. We know we'd be horrible for each other, but we're really attracted to each other nonetheless. She's a great person, and very beautiful, but we've got lifestyle conflicts that would just make us a bad couple. She's pretty proud of being a hippie, so I'll just call her as she would like to be called. We crack on each other all the time, about random lifestyle habits, I primarily give her shit about her body hair, even though I'm proud of her decision do have it. Point being we playfully tease each other, but have full respect for one another.

We've conversed about having a "fling" on numerous occasions, but things just never fell into place.

When I got to work tonight, she happily told me that she'd convinced her boyfriend to have an open relationship. After that, she invited me to a party. Before she left work, we took a smoke break together in my car and had a very romantic kiss before she left. She came back to work later that night to give me the directions, and this hippie chick had shaved, and was in full on gothic attire, thanks to a little help from her friend. She knows through our conversations that I have a thing for gothic girls. I let her borrow my black lipstick to complete the look.

At this point, there was no doubt in my mind that she was wanting to do our "thing" as soon as I got out of work and to this party.

I was psyched up big time. I'd lusted for this girl for about 6 months or so, and I knew she felt the same. Being as I've been in a pretty lonely state, I'm 100% up for a fling with the right girl, and she definitly fits the bill.

As I was finishing closing the store, she came back, and said they went to the party and that no one was there, but to meet her at a coffee spot after I was done.

I came home, got a quick shave and shower, tossed on some sexy chicks clothes (she's wanted to see me in drag for the longest time) and headed down. She'd left, but left a message for me with one of the other regulars as to her whereabouts and a number to call.

I called her from the coffee joint, and she told me she was at a different party, but warned me that all of her boyfriends compadres were there. So I couldn't go in and put the moves on her.

I still went, hung out for a few minutes, drank a beer, and came home, wondering how the hell I didn't end up getting my brains fucked out of my skull. All the pieces of the puzzle fit so snugly at the beginning of the night and then it was as if someone painted over the pieces I'd assembled with a big middle finger. She still radiated that aura to me, even at the party, flirting with me subtly, but I knew nothing was happening once I was warned about the company.

Oh well, tomorrow is another day.