I arrived early, so I could claim a corner of the bar before it got too crowded. This sounded like a good idea at the time, but now I think it just afforded me too much time to sit around over-thinking things, as usual.
Does anyone ever actually meet someone they want to date at one of these singles night things? Why did I let my friends talk me into coming here?
They said, "It won't kill you to try something new." And, "You keep saying you want to meet someone, right? You've just got to keep putting yourself out there." Easy for them to say, both of them have been with their boyfriends - no their fiancés now - for years. Even before that they never had any trouble meeting or talking to members of the opposite sex.
I know they give me pretty decent advice; I have been talking about my non-existent love life a lot lately. And I know they're just trying to help, but seriously a night club is just not my thing.
Does anyone ever actually meet someone they want to date at one of these singles night things? Why did I let my friends talk me into coming here?
They said, "It won't kill you to try something new." And, "You keep saying you want to meet someone, right? You've just got to keep putting yourself out there." Easy for them to say, both of them have been with their boyfriends - no their fiancés now - for years. Even before that they never had any trouble meeting or talking to members of the opposite sex.
I know they give me pretty decent advice; I have been talking about my non-existent love life a lot lately. And I know they're just trying to help, but seriously a night club is just not my thing.
Okay, okay. I'll admit I was excited about tonight when they first told me about it, but now that I'm sitting here watching the club fill up around me I wish I was any place but here. What I wouldn't give to be more confident. To not just sit here watching everyone else meeting new people, talking, laughing. Like it's the easiest thing in the world. I try to smile at a few guys, but it's like I blend into the background. No one notices me. And I just don't know how to go about making myself noticed.
Looks like it's going to be another lonely night.
"Is this seat taken?" I hear a male voice ask somewhere nearby. It takes me longer than it should to realize the voice was directed at me and not the curvy blonde sitting on the other side of the empty seat next to me.
"No. It's not taken." I say.
"Um... I'm Dan. It's nice to meet you --" He seems as nervous as me. I don't mind, in fact it makes me feel just a little less awkward myself.
"Molly." I answer his implied question.
His nervous laughter breaks a short moment of awkward silence. "You know my buddies gave me a bunch of pick up lines to try tonight, but the one's they told me are all so terrible-"
"Aren't they all?" I interject. Oh lord, I hope he doesn't think I'm rude. Why did I interrupt?
But he laughs at my joke. "Very true. So, do you want to hear one of the better lines they suggested? You made me laugh. It's only fair I return the favor." After I nod and gesture for him to continue Dan says with the most serious expression, "Are you the bottom of my laptop, because you're super hot and I'm getting nervous."
I snort, I tend to when I laugh, but usually try to avoid it during the first five minutes of meeting someone. He laughs in response and again I'm self conscious , but it's friendly laughter. I breathe a sigh of relief.
"I might be pushing my luck, but would you like to dance?" Dan asks me holding out his hand in invitation.
I'm happy to say in that moment I do something that would make my friends proud. I accept his hand and follow him over to the crowded dance floor.
Looks like it's going to be another lonely night.
"Is this seat taken?" I hear a male voice ask somewhere nearby. It takes me longer than it should to realize the voice was directed at me and not the curvy blonde sitting on the other side of the empty seat next to me.
"No. It's not taken." I say.
"Um... I'm Dan. It's nice to meet you --" He seems as nervous as me. I don't mind, in fact it makes me feel just a little less awkward myself.
"Molly." I answer his implied question.
His nervous laughter breaks a short moment of awkward silence. "You know my buddies gave me a bunch of pick up lines to try tonight, but the one's they told me are all so terrible-"
"Aren't they all?" I interject. Oh lord, I hope he doesn't think I'm rude. Why did I interrupt?
But he laughs at my joke. "Very true. So, do you want to hear one of the better lines they suggested? You made me laugh. It's only fair I return the favor." After I nod and gesture for him to continue Dan says with the most serious expression, "Are you the bottom of my laptop, because you're super hot and I'm getting nervous."
I snort, I tend to when I laugh, but usually try to avoid it during the first five minutes of meeting someone. He laughs in response and again I'm self conscious , but it's friendly laughter. I breathe a sigh of relief.
"I might be pushing my luck, but would you like to dance?" Dan asks me holding out his hand in invitation.
I'm happy to say in that moment I do something that would make my friends proud. I accept his hand and follow him over to the crowded dance floor.
The music is fast, so we aren't slow dancing, but this is probably better. Dan and I have just met. I'm a little shy about dancing at first. Pretty much I'm just bobbing my head and swaying back and forth. Then I see Dan's sort of silly dance moves; he obviously doesn't dance often either, but he's having fun. And I like the way he dances, it's endearing. If he can let loose and enjoy the moment, so can I. So I join in with his lively dancing and have a blast.
We don't talk much while dancing; the music is just too loud, instead we just dance. We dance until we're both breathless. Then we find a couple of seats in a quieter area of the club. After talking for a bit we exchange numbers, and both decide to call it a night.
I'll have to concede that my friends were right about tonight. I actually enjoyed myself. I'm not about to start clubbing every weekend; I still prefer a quieter scene, but getting out of my comfort zone can be fun every now and then. And I don't know if it will lead to anything, but Dan seemed like a great guy. For now I'm feeling happy with just thinking of all the possibilities.
We don't talk much while dancing; the music is just too loud, instead we just dance. We dance until we're both breathless. Then we find a couple of seats in a quieter area of the club. After talking for a bit we exchange numbers, and both decide to call it a night.
I'll have to concede that my friends were right about tonight. I actually enjoyed myself. I'm not about to start clubbing every weekend; I still prefer a quieter scene, but getting out of my comfort zone can be fun every now and then. And I don't know if it will lead to anything, but Dan seemed like a great guy. For now I'm feeling happy with just thinking of all the possibilities.
This was a super short story I wrote for the Super-Short Valentine's Story Challenge challenge over at SimsWriters.com
This particular challenge is already closed. My story didn't win, but it was still fun to participate. And it was a good writing exercise too. The challenge required that participates use only 2 unaltered screenshots and the text had to be under 800 words. I highly recommend to anyone interested to participate in future challenges at the site. It really was fun.
This particular challenge is already closed. My story didn't win, but it was still fun to participate. And it was a good writing exercise too. The challenge required that participates use only 2 unaltered screenshots and the text had to be under 800 words. I highly recommend to anyone interested to participate in future challenges at the site. It really was fun.