Two nights before I was heading back to Canada, Joe and I were dancing and I let him know of the day I would be leaving. To our disappointment, he informed me that it would be our last night together since he had the next night off. Playing it cool, I said thanks for the dance and I hope life treats you well as we stepped off the dance floor.
After the professional show that night, a group of newly made friends and I were sitting and enjoying a few drinks around the bar. No other walks by but Joe. As we made eye contact from across the room, he nodded towards the exit nearest to him. Although I am normally fairly naive with these types of gestures, I knew right away that I was destined to follow him into the courtyard.
As I rounded the corner to our meeting point, I saw him waiting there Without any hesitation, he bounded over to me, grabbed my face between his hands and began kissing me. The moment was intense, heated but ruined by the fact that he was the worst kisser ever. He was sloppy, overzealous and just overall failed to satisfy. [As well all know, a good kiss is key to, well, everything.]
After this impromptu make-out session, he grabbed my hand and pulled me into an alleyway covered by shrubbery. During the day, it would be very apparent that two people were there, but under the cover of darkness, it seemed like a discrete location. As more kissing took over the moment, I felt his hands slowly making their way up the back of my legs and under my dress. Lingering there for only a moment, his hands moved away from my body momentarily to unfasten his own pants. Once that act was complete, he pushed my head down towards him in a gesture that could really only mean one thing. After a few minutes, I was whirled around and bent over so that my behind was ideally placed for…. well… you get the picture.
As I was in a go-along-with-it sort of mood, this all seemed exciting and slightly nerve-wracking as I had never been so promptly instructed before. The adrenaline was coursing through my vines and I felt this was what it was like to be single. Whisked away at any moment for new experiences. After a few minutes in this new position, I lifted my self up in the sexiest way possible and turned around to look him in the eyes. As I lingered on his face, absorbing the moment, a look of panic waved across his face.
JOE: What time is it? Shit. If I get caught… Could lose my job. What am I doing? I have to go. Wait here. I leave. You leave in a few minutes. What time is it?
ME: Ummm… Wait.
Trying to grasp the last moment we would had together, I caught his arm, turned him towards me and kissed him softly on the lips. Thanks for everything.
Joe lingered for a half second more and then left, into the night, never to be seen again.
As he left, I began to analyse the situation and began to panic. No protection. I don’t really know this guy. He probably does this all of the time with different guests. That means I probably… no… it can’t be… Shit…
I rejoined my friends, downplaying my anxiety and finding a smug look of accomplishment to use as my mask instead. The ease in this transition was largely because I believed that this was the end of my single self exposing herself during her trip… But of course not – even though I only had one night left.