have you seen her?

(play this then read on, if you wish.)

the scenario:

a boy noticed a girl. he came over and introduced himself to the charming girl that was so unusually clad, but forgot to remedy his outrageous breath with a piece of trident minty fresh. ew. the girl took a wiff of the boy's stank ass breath and instantly danced the in a backwards motion only to step on a skate shoe that belonged to a guy. a tall handsome guy, simply dressed in a black polo and dask washed jean. she dug her head into the pit of his shirt and with big eyes, asked him to rescue her. right away, the guy just allowed his arm hang onto the girl like she was his. so cute. naturally, the girl sank into it all and quickly forgot about the boy with bad breath. the girl wasnt typically rude but the guy just made it so easy, she didnt feel bad. instead, she fell right into his arms as they slow danced to the loud thumping music. then suddenly, only after what wasnt more then a couple of seconds, shyness overwhelmed her as she immediatley removed his article of limb wrapped around her collarbone. ofcourse, thanked the guy for his heroism and before he could give her a reaction she turned on her heel and returned to her friends. she couldnt believe she just did that, ew. she felt like a sleez, picking up. at a club. lame! she used to be all about meeting guys at clubs before. before all the misjudgements of character and horrible first, second, third and fourth dates, no no. she was not a foolish girl and would never be again. lesson learned, for sure. a store or walking down the street, a party or a concert, sure. but never at a club! how cheesy! like, whats next? let me buy you a drink? no thank you, sir. inflamed with the desire to erase this guy which she introduced herself to, the girl made sure to never catch his eye. not to be suave and mysterious, fuck no. she just didnt want him to think she was one of those niave girls blindly handing out their numbers like there was hope. instead, she danced and she drank. she danced and she drank and she wanted to have fun with her friends and she did, successfully. all night long the girls danced the night away. up until the point when the music stopped and the wide eyed dj announced that he was about to do something out of character, out of the ordinary: a slow song. automatically the scene shifted from high energy electro house into that awkward grade 8 dance scene. this never happend. the girl stood there with her friends, just singing and swaying. she felt familiar, she didnt know what to do. a tap on her back led her to instintualy turn around only to face the guy she had forced a meeting with earlier. he was so cute, holding out his hand. she blushed and took it. like duh, he was fucking hot, just like her. literally, she was sweating a discounting amount. she prayed that he didnt noticed as he asked the girl a question and she answered him with her name. oh my god, she thought. why him? why me? why here? why did she have to meet this guy at this fucking club of all places. an urban myth dancing cheek to cheek in the fog, really. how cliche. oh well, she thought, now this is done and already ruined she may as screw it and dance with the guy. soon, the song ended and she whispered in his ear, "excuse me." she peeled herself off of him and ran downstairs into the bathroom. she wiped the sweat from her neck with the paper towel the african lady traded her in place of some change, "show me some love please," the lady said. "sure, why not. apparantley im all over it tonight," she mumbled back as she dropped all the change she had into the plate. she stood infront of the mirror, sweating perfuseley while listening to the other girls in the stalls talking about the cute boys they met and were dancing with all night. "do you think he's going to call me?" one asked. "ofcourse, he was so into you. i mean, he was buying you drinks all night! he is totally loving you." the girl didnt dare roll her eyes, shaking them from the dream that maybe one day, the cute boys would call them, then the next day they would live happily ever after. instead, she stood silent, wiping her head, her neck, her chest, wondering when the death of the night would finally prevail. she noticed that the african lady had ran out of paper towel for her since she only had a dollar total to give her so she decided to attempt to sneak outside and smoke a cigarette in the fresh evening air. she had to get rid of the flood that was taking over her face, her make up was washing off. she looked around once she got outside, all strange faces. so she lit her smoke and relished in her tiny escape victory. "allo?" she heard a voice but convinced herself to take a drag. after all it was the general area in which people tended to smoke and converse outside of the club, dont be so full of yourself sweetie. you look gross, you are wet with your own sweat. then her worst fear came true as the guy twisted around the beam she was leaning against and presented himself infront of her. "allo," he smiled. ugh! didnt he get it? he was perfect. so fucking perfect for this fucking gay scene she had seen so many times before. fuck, whatever. "hi," she replied as she blew out the smoke from her lungs. she looked at his perfect face and his perfect little black spacers in his ears. GO AWAY, she wanted to yell. go away and meet me for the first time somewhere else later in life. at a museum or a park, anywhere but here. not here, come on.. we are better than this! but she couldnt make it apparant that she was a total spazz, (like how attractive, a girl jaded with issues, big surprise,) so she she stood there, acting as nonchalant as she could. he asked her if he remembered his name. "um," she started, "phil?" his foreign accent corrected her to much dismay, "it's boris. my name is boris." she stood there, apologetically as she shuffled through her roledex of excuses, "it's loud in there, im sorry. i promise i wont ever forget it." she smiled at the idea of him, his lips and his hair. boris told her it was okay and called her by name; "it's okay, atleast i remember yours." her heart melted. stop it. stop it, you tall perfect fucking french man. dont remember my name. you need to go, im not the girl you think i am. im flaking right now, right infront of your eyes. im melting i dont know what to say. trust me, im super nice and conversational outside of this dumb establishment people come to socialize. she needed something quick to pass the time, she was worried he could hear her thoughts. so she asked him where his cute accent was from, this boris character: "france." oh my god. quick, another. "so, like, why did you move here of all places?" what a gay question, like great. how cool am i right now. of all the questions to ask, she thought, she had to ask something his doctor would. so typical, so bland. whatever, he humoured her anyways. "well, i moved here from france two years ago now i live with my friend that you saw me with. he was, uh, here first. so i just decided why not. and now voila, here i am. we are chefs at this restaurant and we just live down the street from here..." ugh. if only i met you in the day, maybe on the street, i wouldve been able to impress you with my charm. instead, im that drunk girl who got too drunk and keeps on running away from you. she felt so uncool, so lame, she had to run away again. "aw you can cook? thats cute. k i need to go find my friends. im sweating i dont know where they are." he laughed. "okay," as he dropped his half smoked cigarette and followed her inside. she opened the double doors and tried to lose him once they entered the dance floor. to her success, she did. zig zag patterns, she noted. always worked. she found her friends as it was apparant they were looking for her too. "lets get out of here guys, im fucking drunk." she announced as she walked out of the club without so much as looking back. they piled into a cab and the magically ended up at home. the girl undressed and laid in her bed as the memory of boris came back to her in flashes. she laid there still, her head pounding and her ears ringing. yet through all the noise she could hear herself thinking, man, what the fuck is wrong with me?