Out of the Club, Into the Fire

I love the club.

There is no greater way to be social than by spending every Saturday downtown. I have been going religiously for over three years, and its not getting old.

I’ve never been a person who liked small talk and quiet nights, to me it is the most stressful way to make relationships. Every girl I meet, and every friend I have; I take clubbing with me. What better way to become more relaxed and use to another person than to be on a dance floor just dancing a way. The music too loud to hold a conversation, and all you have to do is convey the right body language. There isn’t the room to mess up, like when you go on a quiet and romantic date.

My last girlfriend, we use to go clubbing every weekend; sometimes even twice. Though since we broke up last year, I haven’t had an actual relationship in awhile. We broke up because she believed she didn’t know me, and that I couldn’t communicate well.

Which lead me to ask out Sarah Dawes. She works on the same floor as me, and we’ve known each other for over a year now. She is a more quieter person, and prefers smaller get together with her friends. I usually wouldn’t go out with a girl like this, but when I impulsively asked her out on Monday, I knew I had to try.

She decided on a small Italian restaurant in the South End, even after I suggested a night on the town. When I picked her up she was wearing a nice dress, and even had one of those mini purse things, the ones where you can only fit in your ID and a few keys. It was at that point, as she walked to the car, I decided to tuck in my shirt.

We drove to the restaurant, discussing the previous work week, and how nice it was out tonight. I already knew I was out of my element, having to think of what I was going to say, not to sound dumb; but also not try to be pretentious.

Walking inside this restaurant was the most nerve racking part. Knowing that the car ride was a write off since there was the constant change of scenery to mention, and we exhausted our work stories. Now at the restaurant, will be my real test.

The restaurant was quiet, and pretty empty. The only background noise was some violin song playing on loop. Not nearly the amount of bass I was use to. She was smiling as she talked for a bit, before beginning to ask me questions. It felt like a sort of interrogation, only with basic life questions that anyone should be able to answer.

“Do you think you’ll be at the company long?” she asked with a sense of already having her rebuttal ready.

“Yeah, it pays decently well and I have a pretty chill boss” I quickly muttered out. Knowing that probably only one in three of those words was properly pronounced.

I stared as she talked about how she wanted to leave the company. Progressing into talking about her Family, and family goals. It was the most intense conversation I had recently been in.

As the night progressed I managed to make a little more fluent conversation. Each time I spoke, I felt a little more at ease. Though I also felt in the back of my head that I had messed up. Stuttering and muttering enough for her to know I was bad at this.

As we paid our bills, which was a weird experience. I am use to buying girls drinks, not splitting a bill on the first date. I felt a sense of accomplishment, having been in this environment and not totally embarrassing myself.

As I pulled up to her driveway, not expecting to get a second date. She smiled at me and said:

“How about next time we go to the club?”