Odette’s gone for a month. The whole street is quiet. The football game is out of town this weekend and almost everyone left to follow them to Atlanta.
I went out to a club last night with my roommate. I figured I would try and forget about her. The club played some serious booty music and I sat at the bar and watched the girls dance. The last time I came here, Odette was on the dance floor. Now it just seemed like it was missing someone. I needed someone to sparkle like she did. I know there are other girls out there that could make me forget her. I usually don’t care too much about meeting them…let them come to me. But last night I was out looking, for a girl, pretty much for the first time ever. I don’t want to be one of those desperate or slimy guys so I thought I would be subtle about it.
There was a girl who danced like she had had too much to drink…kind of slow and dizzy. She was cute and when she saw me looking at her she smiled and stared back. I looked away. I couldn’t do this. It was too easy. I ordered another vodka and water with a lime and poured it down my throat. Danny yelled into my ear, “Are you drunk enough to dance yet?”
I thought maybe I was and stumbled on to the dance floor with him. The drunk girl was next to me right away and I let her dance close to me. Her hair smelled good and she threw her arm up around my neck with her back against my chest and I thought this wasn’t so bad. I touched her arm, ran my finger down it and her skin felt nice. She didn’t seem to react though…too drunk to notice perhaps. I moved her away and wandered off inside to the pool tables. She was immediately behind me and tugged on my belt which aggravated me.
“Lets play some foosball” she said, laughing. She had a nice laugh so I walked over to the foosball table with her and slammed 10 balls in to the goal, in a row. It was boring. I just wanted to leave at that point and looked around for Danny. He was driving, and he was no where to be seen. I looked at my phone and Danny had texted me. “Couldn’t find you, went to Emily’s house.” Crap. I guessed I was going to have to walk.
“Where are you going?” she shouted into my ear.
“I gotta go”
“How are you getting home?”
“Not sure…”I shouted back.
“My friend can drive us” she said.
I thought about what was worse, walking 4 miles home drunk, or riding with this girl. So I said, “OK.”
Her friend drove a sweet little red BMW and had squeezed herself into a glittering silver dress. It looked like she was going to pop out of it at any second…in all the right areas but it was too much. I can’t stand overstated. Between the glitter and the BMW and the drunk girl hanging on me in the back seat, I found my mind drifting to Odette and wondered what she was doing at the beach. She was probably going for a walk in the moonlight. I wondered if she had met anyone yet. This whole “separated” thing was driving me crazy. At least when she was stuck with Chris, she was safely mine.
Drunk girl had her head in my lap now and I put my head back on the seat and wondered what the hell I was going to do with her. This whole, looking-for-a-girl business was not going well. Now it was going to be a, how-to-get-rid-of-a-girl night. Her friend pressed play and suddenly “Sail” by AWOL Nation vibrated through the car like a huge escape. She had a fucking awesome stereo. I just closed my eyes and listened with this girls head in my lap. This was cool. I didn’t want this part to end, especially when I put my window down and it was like the night blew into the car…until we pulled up in front of some apartments not that far from my house.
The wind stopped. The car went quiet and this girl sat up and held her head. She looked out of the window and brightened up, “We’re here!” she said. I climbed out of the tiny back seat with her and her friend left us there on the sidewalk. I had to make my decision. I could go in this sad apartment with this sad girl and maybe get something out of it. Or I could walk home. She threw her arms around my neck and once again her hair smelled good. I let her kiss me, just to see how it felt. She tasted like gin and tonic, but not in a good way. She also looked really young to me and I wondered if she was using a fake ID. I shook my head.”I gotta go.”
“What’s wrong?” she said, looking embarrassed and I felt bad.
“I’m getting over someone” I said, surprised at my sudden honesty.
“Me too” she said.
I don’t know why that suddenly made it OK but it did, and I followed her into her apartment, that wasn’t so sad, but she was. I tried to kiss that away. It was odd, it was almost like if I could get rid of her sadness that mine would go away with it. But when I woke up at 4am with a cat walking on my face, I didn’t feel any better. I got the hell out of there and now I’m back at my house, realizing I didn’t even ask that girl her name, and the street is still quiet.