So a bit before valentine's day, I knew that there were some possible problems in my relationship. and some definite ones. Seemed like some were solved during a rather emotional phone conversation right before v-day. At the same time, a couple days beforehand I was chatting with some girl I knew online (let's call her Gabrielle), no date on the 14th. She had no way of knowing that I immediately decided to fuck with her, and I took a look at the fares on the Greyhound website, I know where she lives and all. Told her if I was at the station within two hours, I'd be there on the afternoon of the 14th. It was funny, we laughed. Ha ha.
At the same time, I knew it would be a good idea to do something like that if I lost my girlfriend before break. Lo and behold, I left her on the 24th. Certainly, I wasn't too thrilled to make that decision, but it was time to move on. And as much as I'd like things to change, so maybe it would all work in the future, I seriously doubt it will happen. I'm a hardcore realist, and I know far better than something like that. I won't ever pursue her again, for sure... she'd have to initiate it. And I'd have to be sure it would work... anyways... I left her, bawled for some time, and then made arrangements over the next few days to spend my break in the Great White North, with that online friend. No, I had no intentions of fucking her, or likewise. Can it. But I did bring Trojans, how should I know what waited for me on my little sabbatacle?
Found myself in Windsor, Ontario on the afternoon of the 12th. chatted with my host for a while, then hit the grocery store. She ended up working the first two nights I was there, taking blood samples, graveyard shift. How delightfully gothic. I spent those evenings wandering about the downtown area and drinking. Next night we went to a little bar called the Coach... goth/industrial night. Place was packed with all manner of people I'd never seen, was a bit on the disconcerting side. However I did meet two of Gabrielle's friends, and I was immediately drawn to one of them. Absofuckinglutely adorable. Not a whole lot else that night, just went out to a 24 hour restaurant that is pronounced like "ferrari's," but isn't spelled quite the same way. My memory fails me. Just tried to get to know as much about this certain friend as well as I could, cause... god *damn*. Let's call her Alexis for the purposes of my story.
Next evening we all went out to the loop, right upstairs from the Coach... more of the same, but with pool tables and less people about. played some pool with Alexis and a couple others, and... lost. But that was hardly important, I was primarily interested in flirtation. Went out to the ferarri-like-place again. They have some pretty kickass food. Also, note that I told Gabrielle what I thought of her friend one of these nights... and that Alexis told me she had a soft spot for nipple rings. I never told her i had them, but I figured I'd fling that in her face eventually. Like when she came over the next day, Friday.
So I had just gotten out of she shower when Alexis arrived at Gabby's house, and I proceeded to go shirtless for a little, fuck with her a bit. Then I threw on the fishnet shirt and skin tight shiny black shirt over that for our excursion to City Club's gothy-goth night in Detroit. The three of us went over to someone else's place for a little bit, had a few drinks, and it was off to the club. Nice place, and I've noticed that there's a bit more industrial spun around there than here, quite the good thing. Consumption continued, and dancing followed. Then Alexis ended up sitting in my lap, and later bit me. Caught me totally off guard, but I grabbed her and returned the favor, making some marks of my own, and getting a few in return. Huff, pant, wheeze.
Unfortunately, Alexis had just a wee bit too much to drink, she was our ride, and the only other person capable of operating a manual clutch was too tipsy as well... so I was trying to take care of her, track down Gabby and co., and someone else arranged for a hotel room. Gathered everyone, Gabby was staying at the club until 4am or so, so I went to the room with everyone else, holding up the poor intoxicated Alexis in the elevator. And then things got really... fun. After Alexis and a friend hugged the toilet for a bit, the former slipped out onto the windowsill. Did I mention that we were twelve fucking floors up? Being the natural headshrinker that I am, I spent what must have been at least an hour convincing her that it was really not the best thing to do, it might really spoil my evening. I actually like this person... I dont't care to see her spatter/crater on the pavement 120 feet or more below. And damn, I must have been good, she came back inside after a really tense fucking hour or so.
Gab came up to the room around 430 or so and we left for the tunnel bus, I'd have stayed to make sure Alexis was ok but I had to be back at Gab's; she was going to Toronto and I'd not have keys to her place. Meaning I'd have been just plain fucked if I stuck around Detroit. So we went out to the bus stop, and I explained what she missed. I proceeded to crash once we got back to her place, and I said my goodbyes when she left the next morning; I would be leaving for home before she would return. Tried to sleep as much of the day away as I could.
Around 6-7pm I was awakened by a call from Alexis, she had gone home to her parent's place about an hour away. Talked for a while, about what happened after I left. It wasn't happy at all. I suggested that maybe she could swing by, I figured it would do her some good, and it's not like I didn't want to see her before I left. Got a shower and she showed up a bit after I got out.We talked for a while, I really started to wish I wasn't leaving so soon (Friday night at City Club already had me thinking this way...), and then we kissed on each other for a while. Didn't know if she had sex on her mind, but I certainly did by this point - but it was near the time I had to head out - and we agreed on going back to the 24 hour eatery. In the course of the conversation we had there, it came out that we had quite apparently miscommunicated, we should have been tumbling about on the floor as opposed to eating food we really didn't need. Fuck. And then I left for the airport, and poked the bruises on my neck, remembering where I got them.
While talking Alexis off the ledge wasn't fun, nor was hearing about her being roughed up by some asshole in the hotel room, the rest of the stay really was a lot of fun, even if I'm broke now... and I'd really like to go for a round two, that shit was just what I needed, blew off some steam that had been building for several weeks. It's just too bad that we had that little... err... miscommunication. I'm a horny bastard. I'm thinking of getting back up there this summer, if at all possible.