Saturday, November 13, 2004

I just might go home tonight

You know, I had fun that Saturday night, although I didn’t get to make out with a complete gorgeous stranger. It’s odd, though, because I danced with almost whatever female became available. I guess that had the reverse effect on me since women tend to like exclusiveness. I danced even with the gorgeous owner’s wife, who has always plenty on her hands to pay me any attention. Though she often does. I danced and had fun, didn’t get as wasted as usual, and that was that. Should I repeat the odyssey tonight? The weather, I was told by varied sources, was supposed to be colder than it actually is. Well, that usually translates into people getting the courage to step out of their way and venture out. Although this city does not easily succumb to boredom, there are indicative factors as to whether a particular night might prove better than another. I am completing my regular afternoon shift. It’s been an easy evening, and the night has befallen. What I really like about Kana is that more often than not I find a regular there, a girl I once met or a vast floor of possibilities. Whomever has been there knows that there is little space to breathe and the waiting line for the bathroom commonly interferes with the dancing crowd, and at times tension can surmount and things can get ugly, like that night in which I had the fist fight. Had I lost, I probably would have gone back to the place sooner. But since I was victorious, I refrained from going there out of caution. I met Maria that same night. I have observed that there are instances, which I mention as if they kept creeping in my mind. The reality is I take things a lot easier with the passage of time, specially when it comes to passion. If things are to be given in a particular circumstance, you should take initiative, and then they should happen rather effortlessly. To be quiet honest, I haven’t really tried. Nonetheless, I will persevere as soon as I feel it’s right and at my own leisure. Tonight, for instance, I just might end up going home.

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