mistaken but not to be forgotten

i was half way through writing this encounter with Rob to a friend, until i realised they had asked for an account of a different night, i spent too long on this to just delete it, I'll just leave it here for my long cold lonely nights :P


he was very pretty actually, he was my height (quiet small i guess) with hair past his sholders in a ponytail.i saw him on the way in and clocked him as someone i'd quiet like to meet, not really knowing that in about three hours i would have met him and more. he was a friend of a friend of a firend (so handy to have connections *laughs*) and in the club we started attempting to chat about his ultraviolet nail varnish (outside I'd commented on how our nails had matched (both being painted black)) but inside the club, they whent white because of the lights. he'd demonstrate this by putting his fingers underneath the shadow cast by my breasts *laughs* i was in one of my beloved corsets. and well i guess the fact that each time he demonstrated to someone his glowing nails, his fingers got closer and closer to my body, i should have known what was coming, but having gone to an all girls highs school, i was not exactly versed in the inept fumbleings of teenaged boys. we chatted some more, or as much as the loud music allowed but nothing more. and then this song came on called 'Halo'. it's a heavy metal song with the usual contradicting lyrics of hatred and lust in the chorus such as 'i will stone you tone you, wrap my arms around you' and well i'm not one to pass up an excuse to, well, playfully show off. so he did indeed wrap his arms around me and he pulled me so close i could smell the smoke on his shirt. we hugged tight, bodies pushed up against each other from neck to thigh and somewhere between that hug and the end of the song, we were kissing, quiet heavily. i felt like a bit of a slut, but i kind of liked it too. it thrilled me to know that someone who'd known me for all of maybe an hour wanted me. we broke off, i think i must have been breathing quiet hard, the next song had started and he asked me if i wanted a drink. lead me by the hand like a real gentleman to a small dark corner