You remember when I said Julie is the closest thing I have to a sister? Well we aren't quite there yet. As compatible as we were in the bedroom, that's how incompatible we were emotionally. I am a straight shooter, I tell it how I see it, and am pretty blunt at times. Julie is the exact opposite. She is a typical girl, when she says she's fine that means something is wrong, and it's on you to figure it out. It took me a while to realize "I'm fine" = Big problem.
Our emotional relationship was doomed from the beginning. That said, we ended up dating for about 6 months, basically because we could rely on each other in bed. When we fought, it was usually because I couldn't figure out when or why she was mad. As a result, I ended up frustrated because she wouldn't come straight out and say it, so the fight would last until the next day, someone would apologize, and then we would fuck each others brains out. She kept trying to get me to be more sensitive and ask the right questions, I fought to get her to come out and say what was bothering her. It ended up in a vicious cycle and was pretty awful towards the end. Finally sick of the routine and trying to read the mind of a hormonal 20 year old, I made what may have been the greatest suggestion for our relationship: Instead of trying to mold the other into what we were looking for, why don't we just help each other find that person.
Things completely turned around, and instead of trying to fill an emotional void with each other, we could go back to being fitness buddies. One of the last night's before the new school year began, we decided to have one last blow off night and try our new wingman friendship. One of the bars near campus did a once a month karaoke night with cheap drink specials and was walking distance from my apartment for the upcoming year. She decided that she was going to get ready at my place to "make things easier" (or to tease the shit out of me...)
She showed up around 6pm with a duffel bag and an arm full of hangers. It felt like she was moving in. Then the teasing I had anticipated began. She needed a guys opinion on what to wear for the evening (she didn't like my idea of naked...). The runway show commenced. First came the pencil cocktail dress, then the short jeans shorts and tight halter, then the miniskirt and crop tube top. It was an endless parade of eye popping, drool enticing, member stiffening outfits that I wanted to tear off of her. She finally settled on a lacy almost see through top and a miniskirt that barely covered her ass.
I was grabbing my wallet and phone to go when I heard her clear her throat. I looked up she was staring at me with the strange look on her face, then pointed her finger up and down and just shook her head. Apparently plaid shorts and t-shirt were not going to cut it tonight. I'll admit, I've never had an eye for fashion and most of my closet consisted of athletic shorts, sweats, t shirts and hoodies. The other problem was since losing all the weight, I never really replaced the nice clothes I did have. Julie dug through my closet and was able to find a button-down shirt that actually fit and would at least look somewhat classy.
My senses were assaulted when we walked through the door to the bar. Loud music pounded my ears and my nose was immediately filled with smoke. This is the reason I tend to avoid the normal college hangouts, but Julie was in charge tonight. We found a table near the back, and guys gawked at Julie as she made her way past. Our table was up on a platform close to the bar, making it a prime people watching location. The waitress brought me a beer and Julie some fruity concoction as we surveyed the scene.
On the far side of the bar was the karaoke stage and in front was a small dance floor, where a group of girls was bouncing around and having a good time. Tables and booths were sprawled out in front of us and the bar off to our left was crowded with guys trying to get the attention of the 2 barkeeps. A group of girls walked towards us and looked like they were coming to join our table. I gave Julie a confused look, and then realized why she had chosen this table. That group of girls was headed toward the bathrooms which were situated right behind us.
After several years hanging out together I now know that Julie is an expert people watcher, but in that moment, I was impressed with how much of a genius my gorgeous wingman was. Everyone that's drinking at a bar has to use the bathroom eventually, so we would get a great chance to scope out every person in the place.
After an hour of drinking and listening to people butcher songs, we had found a couple of prospects for me, but nothing so far for Julie (lets face it, she could have her pick of any guy she wanted). The most intriguing for me was a tall brunette. She was sitting near the stage with a group of friends and had caught my eye on a bathroom trip. She had legs that took up a lot of her frame, waist length dark hair, full pouty lips, and a very curvy frame. She was wearing a flowy black mini dress that gave full view of her toned legs, stiletto heels that accentuated her calves, and bright red lipstick that contrasted her long mane and green eyes nicely. As she went by on another bathroom run with a couple of friends, I nudged Julie and nodded toward her.
She nudged me back and pointed toward the stage. I got the point, I needed to do something to get the girl to notice me. After arguing over songs, we finally settled on "Don't you want me" thinking I could point or do something to get her attention with her table so close to the stage. Now all I needed to do was get drunk enough to actually put the plan into action. In reality, I probably should have been a little more sober, but throwing caution to the wind, I went up and requested my song. As I went to sit back down and wait for my turn, I noticed a guy sitting down next to Julie, another one of her fruity drinks in his hand. I gave her a thumbs neutral sign, and she pointed up and waved me off while he wasn't looking.
Just as I was wondering what to do next, I heard my name called over the speakers. My heart skipped a beat and my palms started to sweat. How the hell was I gonna pull this off. As I stepped onto the stage to talk with the DJ, I noticed it was a wireless mic and a plan started to go through my head. I asked if I could leave the stage with the mic, and he said just not to walk in front of the main speakers with it. As the song started, I left the stage, set my beer on the table that the brunette was at and got some oo's and claps as I began.
I could be a totally different person knowing I likely would never see any of these people again, and so I just went with the lyrics of the song. I grabbed one of the waitresses and spun her while singing, sung to a table of 40 year old guys, and by the time I got to the chorus had made it around and back to the front of the stage, right next to the brunettes table. I sang "don't you want me" to each girl at the table and got some strange looks from them as I went around. Finally ending with the emphasis in front of the brunette, she smiled and started laughing. I found the waitress I had twirled earlier and shoved the mic in her face and taking the cue, she sang the female part for me. I noticed as she was singing that the brunette' eyes were locked on me and the entire bar had started clapping with the beat.
My adrenaline really kicking in, I grabbed the mic back and jogged back to where Julie was sitting with her new friend. I sang to them (The guy looked annoyed that I was bothering them, but Julie just laughed at me) before dancing my way back to the front. As the song finished, I made my way back to the brunette, singing "Don't you want me baby" to her over and over until the music faded. She giant smile on her face was all I needed to know as I turned, hopped back up onto the stage faked a mic drop, handed it to the DJ and walked off.
