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Anasoara:
"Anasoara! Ana! Where are you?" I assume my friend Jane shouts, trying to be heard over the lively club music. I reach for my phone to text her and realize she has it at our table. Bullocks! So I try to no avail at waving my handing in the air and screaming that I am coming over J. I assume she heard me because she immediately stopped screaming.
Here I currently am face with struggle number two. Aka, me trying to fight the sea of people to get back to J, but it's almost useless. J had it in her head to go to this club instead of our usual bar. What she didn't realize is that it takes energy to get up, so all of my paper work to run my veterinary clinic. And I was going to totally be regretting these decisions later.
Damn it! Each time I stress I promised to have a shot! Well screw that! I needed to get to her to get my stuff, curse human functions!
I start to stumble unsteadily across the crowd, avoiding the guys looking for an easy lay, the creeps, couples with a lot of PDA, and that one lovely girl committing over there. Just great. Note my sarcasm.
I continue to wade through the gyrating bodies on the dance floor. As a girl that loves flowy tops and snug leggings, I have never really appreciated or worn skin tight things. But since it was Friday and J wanted to "Live it up because YOLO," I said why not? And I am glad to say that I did not waste my fifty bucks because the body hugging sapphire blue dress with burnt orange hues, that was more like a skirt, allows me to move easier through the club.
In addition, the "dress" hugged my curves, did not make me look huge and complements my external appearance. My outfit makes my skin standout, my onyx eyes glisten (and even show the flecks of brown!), and my hair wavy, curly dark hair that's in a messy bun look sexy. I mean, J and I make quite the wing-woman pair. Because with J's natural red hair, hazel eyes and extra curvy shape (hey! We love Oreos and helping animals... but deserts too!) we never have any problems drawing eyes. However, whether that's from our bubbly, caring and hilarious personality... I mean we don't know!
I felt very beautiful leaving the house with a natural makeup look, dress and heels. Then it hit me. I am way to old for this s**t! Part of me feels like a cougar here and out of place. I mean I have never been too much of an extrovert or even an introvert. I guess I am just comfortably in the...
Suddenly I am cut off from my thoughts as I am quite literally swept off of my clumsy, aching feet. At first, I feel relieved at the comfort and lack of pressure on my feet. Unfortunately, reality hits like a bloody freight train. I find myself in someone's arms, a hand over my mouth, wind blowing furiously through my hair and my eyes unable to open due to the air pressure.
Somewhat coming to my senses I attempt to struggle in my captors hands to no avail. Damn this person puts professional body builders to shame. Getting a little desperate, I attempt to scream, kick, and bite his hand. At my failed struggle, I think this guy actually had the nerve to laugh at me. What an...
"Hey!" I try to say but it just comes out muffled.
"Oh will you quite that whining of yours dragoste (love)!" He says in a paternal tone.
For a good minute I am actually too shocked to reply. He suddenly comes to a halt, and I feel a bit dizzy and whiplashed, but can actually open my eyes without wind tears. While we are stopped I decide to take off my painful pumps but also to leave a Hansel and Grettel inspired trail.
Part of my is almost afraid to open my eyes, but when he says, "Te rog, dragostea mea deschide ochii (please, my love open your eyes)."
At that moment my eyes are no longer my own and flutter open of their own accord.
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