2 o’clock in the morning. 10 long hours of work, productive but tiresome. I needed to do something to get me out of this state, so I decided to go out.
I’m pretty much a night bird. At night I work best, at night I seem to have the best fun, and at night I’m a totally different person than during daytime. Ha, I know what you’re thinking. No, I’m no vampire, sorry to disappoint you, but me and Count Dracula are not relatives.
I simply enjoy the dim lights on the streets. I love to take walks in the dark and see wherever my feet carry me, and tonight I’m going to do just that.
Got out of the home and started walking. Turning left. Going ahead. Turning right. Ahead again. And there I was. I’ve never been to this club before. “The Atmosphere”. Sounds interesting, and judging by the crowd waiting to get in, it seems pretty popular too.
After a few moments I managed to get in. Loud music, loud people, lots of smoke and disco lights. But the people, they caught my attention. In my whole life, I’ve never seen so many different people in one place, all talking about things with such passion that would make you think it was the most important thing since Big Bang.
I went to the bar and asked for a drink. To my surprise, the bartender said:
Hey, don’t I know? Oh, yeah, you’re that guy, the one with the blog! How is it called… Oh right, Blogsessive!
Is this for real? When did I get so “popular”?
Man, it’s so nice to meet you. I’ve been reading you blog regularly. You know, I’m a blogger myself. Cocktail recipes. Big surprise right? Ha, ha! Mate, this drink is on me!
Still a bit shocked, I thanked the bartender for his kindness and took off to find a place to sit.
In a couple of minutes I came to the conclusion that it was an impossible mission. The place was full. It seemed like every breathing soul on Earth was there!
What the… I felt a hand on my shoulder. A quick turn and there she was. Tall, brunette, dark eyes and lips with corners turned upwards, like in a constant seductive smile.
The club is jam-packed tonight.
She said.
But you can have a sit at my table. I was waiting for someone, but he failed to show up.
Such a gorgeous girl, alone? And by the looks of it, she’s looking for company. Why not!?
Thanks! I’m Alex, by the way.
Lisa, pleased to meet you. Come, let’s have a sit.
So, we sat at her table and started talking. Drink after drink, conversation took off, more intimate with each glass. Until, in the end, all we could think of was to get out of that place. And we did.
We went back to her apartment where she opened a bottle of wine. Can’t remember what it was, but it was sweet. Red and sweet. Talk about vampires, huh? Easy listening music in background, the wine, her looks, it seemed like everything was perfectly planned to get me there, and it got me. What an amazing night this has been, but…
Daylight came. We both got up and Lisa offered to make a small morning snack. To be true, I was quite hungry, so I accepted. During breakfast, we tried starting a conversation, but we just couldn’t connect anymore. Everything was different. The night was gone, the emotion wasn’t there anymore.
We finished breakfast and I got ready to leave. At the door:
Lisa, I had a wonderful time last evening. Can I get your phone number, maybe we could go out again?
And she said:
I’m not sure that’s such a good idea. Let’s keep it like this. A fun one night stand.
Obviously, I couldn’t disagree with her. After all, it was her decision, as I took the step and asked if we could take this further. So, I said good bye, and there I was, walking the streets again, heading back to my place, with the memory of Lisa, the one night stand that wouldn’t take the relationship further.
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The above story and names are fictive. It’s definitely not an erotic story.
Replace the “Atmosphere” club with the blogosphere, jam-packed with blogs. You’ve got the bartender, Blogsessive’s loyal reader. My nightly walks, translated as those moments at night when I catch up with reading those posts published during the day. And her, Lisa, the blog where I end up after turning left and right in the blogosphere, no knowing where my clicks would lead me to.
It’s an exercise of imagination that leads to the following questions:
If I end up on your blog, will we be having a “one click stand“? Or are you ready for a commitment?
I need a good conversation, just don’t make it like my breakfast with Lisa. Make it more like the night Lisa and I spent together.
Photo credits to Sean Carpenter.