Danny, myself, and one of his friends catch a ride to a bar in downtown Charlotte.
This is a mixed crowd- race, age and classes. The music was not as diverse. There was some country, some classic rock and a little more modern rock. My friend Danny sang “Take Me Out” by Franz Ferdinand. Two of the people we were there with went back to back. One did a Miranda Lambert song and her husband sang a rowdy rendition of “Peaches” by ‘90s alt-rockers, The Presidents of the United States of America.
When it was my turn I chose a song different than what I initially thought I wanted to sing. This was a lively bar. Nobody was moping. People are there having fun. What gives me the right to ruin that by singing a sad song? Fuck that. I did Bell Biv DeVoe - Poison. People love that song. The people there love that song. How can you not enjoy a song with the lyric, “Never trust a girl with a big butt and a smile”? My singing wasn’t that bad. I was more impressed that I remembered the twenty four year old rap verses.
People applauded. I received high fives. I was feeling good. I went to the bar to get another beer. The woman who was up after me left her purse on a stool. Two guys were standing next to it and were eying it up. I got the attention of a bartender and he hid it behind the bar.
When she came back and looked for her purse I told her what happened. We thanked me. We started talking. She’s blonde, big hair, tall, a little older than me, wearing a very short skirt, nice legs, big tits, originally from New York. Heidi.
“You’re a real nice guy, aren’t you?”
I jokingly reply, “Eh, I try to not to be. I gotta keep that in check.”
She slapped my shoulder. “No seriously, you’re a genuinely nice guy. I can read you. It’s clear as day to me. I can see your aura.”
I have a minor buzz going but I kind of stand up and back up a little at that.
“You’re dark and you don’t believe in yourself. You need to cut that out. You lay it all on the line when it comes to love. You put it all out there. You’re too hard on yourself.”
Maybe she’s just reading my body language? Maybe she’s on drugs? Maybe she actually can see my aura? I am bad at reading people but this woman believes in every word of what she is saying. I want to stay. I want to hear more. Plus she is attractive. I confirm all of her observations to her. I admit that I’m not good at meeting women.
“Do you know why? They aren’t for you. At least most of them. You’re better than that.”
I’m stunned. A few minutes later her girlfriend approaches her and she excuses herself.
I walk over to where my group is. I get quickly debriefed by a bunch of drunk dudes. A few minutes later she’s back, alone. Her friends have ditched her here. I suggest she hang out with me. She likes that idea.
She’s a professional visual artist. She’s in the process of getting divorced. She has kids. I tell her that she’s beautiful. She says that I’m beautiful, but more so on the inside.
“You’re a gorgeous man. You don’t even know how good you are.”
At this time Danny and I get called up to do another song. She wants to watch. Danny and I chose another fun song. Warren G and Nate Dogg’s “Regulate”. Danny wanted to rap so he gets Warren G’s parts. I have a lower singing voice so I’m doing Nate Dogg’s parts. We kill it. People are paying attention. Dudes are high fiving me while I’m on stage. People are singing along. When I get to the lyric “The next stop is the…” dozens of people shout along the last two words of that line, “Eastsiiiiiide Motellllll”.
Triumphantly we leave the stage to applause. I approach her and ask if she’d like a drink. She does. We’re sitting at the bar talking, she’s touching me. Her hand is grabbing my thigh. I can’t hear well in noisy environments, so when she’s talking I’m turning my head so I can hear her. When I do that she pulls her skirt up a little higher. Damn. She does have pretty legs. Sitting against me, she’s pressing her breasts into my chest. We talk about the roles people play in relationships. She stands up and backs into me. More specifically, she’s putting her butt right where my hands are.
“I’ve never been in this bar before. I’m here the one night you’re here. I was put here to meet you tonight. You were supposed to hear this tonight. I’ve never been more sure of anything before.”
“LAST CALL!!!” The bartender announces.
She asks me if I want to go somewhere and grab a drink. Danny is sitting at a table by the exit. I tell him I’ll catch him later as we walk out. She’s leading the way… right into the bar next door.
Sigh. That’s right. She’s from New York. It’s now two the morning. She doesn’t know that bars don’t keep serving here. She legitimately wanted to get a drink with me. I thought she was taking me home.
I get a hug, a kiss on the cheek, her number and a promise of future communications. I get in a taxi and go back to Danny’s house.