I had an interesting experience while on holidays with a girlfriend this week. We were two single gals' hitting up the clubs of a well known tourist destination not far from home. Feeling fresh and alive after three bottles of wine and an amazing feast complete with oysters and tapas we make our way (feeling classy but no doubt stumbling) to the first dancing venue for the evening. Named after a monkey and no doubt keeping all its patrons under that theme we buy ourselves an over priced beer (as you do when you are on holidays) and hit up the dance floor. The 'dancefloor' is actually a metal platform that could easily represent the grandstands at a football stadium, or close anyhow. Feeling drunk, unsteady on my feet and yet amazingly high on life I choose to head to safer grounds for my dancing and became one of the only patrons dancing on the floor. Yep, I was old school. However being so old school definitely lead me to a dating lesson that was a bit of a shock.
Lesson of the evening? I am attracted to arrogant jerks. Extremely attracted and extremely arrogant. It is a very funny realisation when you know something is really not good for you and yet you pine for it anyhow. Perhaps 'pine' is to strong of a word. I am not in love with this said arrogant male specimen, not even close. He has just over taken my thoughts for the last 3 or so days. No biggy!
Story time. There I was dancing like safety bill, alone, at the bottom of the 'dance floor'. Insert attractive 20-something year old male with blonde hair and gorgeous blue eyes (yet an extremely serious, grumpy expression. Or we could just call it mysterious). As the day old story goes, introduction lead to talking, talking lead to dancing, dancing lead to more dancing, which lead to a few sneaky kisses. The night was successful, even though I couldn't remember his name. He and his friend choose to change bars, me and my friends stayed on to be monkeys. Later in the evening we also changed bars and somehow (there are a few alcohol related black spots in my story, I do apologise) crossed paths with Mr Arrogant.
The night proceeded with lots of dancing with lots of people. Mr 'A' saw my dancing with multiple partners (male and female mind you. Last time I checked general dancing with everyone in the bar was not offensive) as a 'not very lady like way' to spend my evening. From there the night seemed to turn into a game of cat & mouse were he proceeded to try and make me jealous, there was some name calling and there was a lot of arrogance from this male. He truly believed he was better than I was. I am not sitting here saying he isn't. To me, people are equals, especially strangers in a bar. But he really did believe that because I was his 'chosen' companion for the evening I had something that I needed to prove to him. He even got to a point where he told me that 'I had been silly enough for one evening and it was time to go home'. I never gave him what he wanted, perhaps that was part of the game for both of us. He was mean, I stayed ultra nice. I know ladies, I can hear you shaking your heads and uttering crazy words in my direction. I assure you, the experience makes myself have the same reaction. I am crazy. That doesn't stop me from remembering him more clearly than the copious amounts of nice men in the bar that evening. It is a bizarre effect, this lust/dislike experience. I have always said I prefer mean boys over nice ones and now I have found my proof.
Even though we got no further then some mind-controlling bantering and some very funny phone calls at the end of the night we seem to have since kept in contact. Don't get me wrong, he is just as arrogant sober as he is drunk. I find him so intriguing as he is a definite opposite to my personality. In fact, I think I may find him as somewhat of a challenge because I have never come across anyone in my life that I can't just mesh with. I am so open and easy going, he is so.... not. For some mind-boggling reason it is so god-damn attractive. On one level anyway. In reality I know that he is an arrogant jerk but that doesn't mean that if I did see him again we could end up having another very interesting encounter. Don't tell him, it would just add to his already large ego.
Haha. boy I have issues.
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