I'm too scared....

Forewarning: I'm blogging from the passenger seat as Pete navigates us to our favorite city. We have a date!

But, that's for another blog. Point of the forewarning: the spelling in here may suck. And some words my be obliterated by autocorrect. But, fuck it. I have so much to say.

Today I was supposed to ship my friend the stripper pole she left in our hotel room at the last hotel party we went to. It didn't make it in the mail. The crazy thing here isn't the obvious. It's the friend.

I saw her and her bestfriend and their husbands at the first hotel takeover I ever attended,  a little under a year ago. I laid eyes on these two women and felt my breath catch.

All I felt was intimidation. There aren't very many things that intimidate me. And then there's really strong, edgy, beautiful women. These two women. I wasn't scared of them. I assumed that they wouldn't like me. I'm strawberry shortcake in pasties. Their that hot alien killer character in Wreck It Ralph. No way they would ever talk to me.

I spent that hotel takeover and the next one too far into my secure shell and missed several easy chances to exchange names and "you look hot, girl"s. But I stayed quiet.

One of the two, Jen is local. The other, Katie is local to our second party home. We often saw Jen and her husband Heath at Colettes. We never spoke.

And then one day I noticed they were attending a bar takeover we planned on going to. I decided "fuck it. What's the worst that could happen." And I messaged them.

Fast forward. We met at the takeover, hit it off right away and had the best time ever. We text all the time. She's definitely a friend, not just a swinger chick I know.

But honestly, she scared me less because she's shorter. Lol.

About six months roll by and we attend a hotel takeover in Houston for NYE. Guess who is there. Katie. And she is as hot as ever. And her husband is also hot. And a large brick wall you really don't wanna mess with.

As soon as I saw her, I felt nervous. I have no idea why I'm like this. I'm probably nuts. But, whatever. It's working for me.

We got in our room and got dressed for the night. Our music is loud. Our speaker is insane. Apparently our neighbors had an insane speaker, too because we were both shaking the walls getting dressed.

As we headed out we passed them heading into the competing speaker's room. She said "hey."

I froze.

Pete responds with "they're speaker keeping up with ours. Sounds really good!"

Her husband invited us in.

Pete nudges me and I follow them in. We meet 10 new friends. We exchange names and drinks went around. We danced and got our predrink going.

An hour later, we boarded the elevator and headed downstairs.

We had the best damn time. We rang in the new year dancing and laughing with our new friends.

I missed a few parties with this really awesome couple because I let my insecurities and preconceived notions fool me.

I'm really kicking myself now. I planned on giving her the pole back at the next party which is soon. I'm having to mail it because she's moving. Far away.

I got to enjoy one really awesome party with my new friend. She taught me how to pole dance. She taught me to stop being dumb and just say "hey."

I will miss her!


XOXO,
Sara.

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