Saturday aftermath.

So after deciding not to go to RiRa with the rest of the guys myself and Badger headed to Fibber's. Largely this was just for the hillarity value of it all. We arrive and get in, it's a reasonably decent saturday night for the place, good crowd. I'm not entirely sure but Badger seemed mildly terrified. Anyway, after a brief stay, 20 minutes or so, we decide to bounce on. Badger's heading back to RiRa and I'm gonna grab food and go home.

Not thirty seconds after he leaves me I open a two set outside Fraziers, one guy (Swiss), one girl (German). I genuinely just want to know where Dominion is since I've never bothered going. After some fluffing they're heading back in and say I should come too. Being in a weird mood I'm not sure if I want to but the girl grabs my arm and drags me in.

So inside, it's the typical Goth club. Thumping German EBM, everyone dancing lethargically and apathetically. Kick ass. I'm introduced to another guy that they're with (also German). Cool. We're all dancing away, the music is quiet enough to talk over even on the floor so I engage the guys. I'm running pretty much on auto-pilot it seems. I notice some definite interest from other girls around the place but meh, the mood still hasn't taken me. Eventually I head to the bar and get a red bull to keep my energy levels up. I knock it back fast and enjoy the bad feeling of caffiene and no food making my stomach do flips.

So I head back and ask the girl where the bathrooms are "In case of emergencies." She tells me and then asks if I'm on something as my eyes are huge. I tell her that no, I just have really good night vision and that I actually don't drink, smoke or take drugs. She responds: "Marry me."
"Well I've got nothing planned for next week so, sure, why not?"
More fluff and dancing, lots of kino from here but nothing else important. The last song of the night is TROGDOR! As we're sitting around she asks me what my name is again, seems I'm not clear. She hands me her phone and tells me to type it in. I notice that she's opened a phonebook and not a text message. I smirk, oblige and she says "And now your number." More random crap happens, the night finishes off pretty standardly.

And today I get a text, she's blunt and wants to meet up. It's bizzare how these things happen when you stop trying or caring.