Fate or Coincidence? Pt.1
As you know, I just returned from a two week vacation to the east coast. I was in New Jersey for three days, then Virginia for two days, North Carolina for five, and back to Virginia for four days.
The trip went much better than I had expected, which was a huge relief.
The highlight of my trip had to have been the last few days I was in Virginia. I decided to check out the local nightlife, and wound up at Klub Ambush. Yes, that is how they actually spell it.
I wasn't sure I had arrived at the correct address when I pulled up to a slightly disheveled shopping center. Then I saw it. Wedged between a laundry mat and a thrift store was Klub Ambush. I immediately had to call someone back home to tell all about it. After a couple of minutes on the phone with Matty, I headed in.
Once inside, I started to realize something. Ambush looks just like Static. I am sure that anyone that has seen both would agree. There was one big difference though. NO ONE was dancing. Apparently the fags in VA don't dance.
To be completely honest, I wasn't having much fun, aside from being able to smoke inside. I didn't know a soul. I felt alone. It was like a flashback to my first days at Dream before I knew anyone. I had a Red Bull, chain-smoked, and people-watched.
Then, a boy came up to me and asked me for a light. And told me I was really cute. And suddenly I felt better. I didn't feel so alone.
Mr. Don't Ask, Don't Tell and I chatted for a bit. I told him that I was just visiting from the great state of Colorado. That's when he told me about Mr. Contact. You see, Mr. Contact was moving out to Denver a mere six days after I went home. Mr. DADT tried to arrange an introduction with Mr. Contact, but it never materialized by the end of the night. I wasn't too concerned.
The next day, bored at my parents' house, I was surfing around online with what little internet connection I had. I was browsing the local boys when I came across this little hottie. Upon further inspection, I realized that this hottie was Mr. Contact.
We chatted for a bit and decided to meet up at Ambush the next night and hang out. And that is exactly what we did. When the club was starting to kick everyone out, we decided to hang out together for a while longer, so we went for a drive. After stopping by to see a friend of his we went back to his place. When it came time for me to go, he walked me out to my car. He wanted to see me again before I left, and the feeling was definitely mutual, so we made tentative plans to hang out the next night.
18 hours later I pulled up to his house again.
After some debating, we decided to go to a haunted house down by the oceanfront. I was a little hesitant, considering I am a bit of a pussy when it comes to that kind of stuff. Mr. Contact managed to convince me though. Maybe because he is so fucking cute.
We went to Ambush for about an hour after that, and then back to his place where we watched What's Love Got To Do With It. It made me cringe on many occasions. Then we started to watch Jeepers Creepers.
As time went by, we moved closer and closer to each other. We cuddled. We kissed. We made-out. I didn't want to leave. It was really very.
Four hours later I was flying back to Colorado.
♥
The trip went much better than I had expected, which was a huge relief.
The highlight of my trip had to have been the last few days I was in Virginia. I decided to check out the local nightlife, and wound up at Klub Ambush. Yes, that is how they actually spell it.
I wasn't sure I had arrived at the correct address when I pulled up to a slightly disheveled shopping center. Then I saw it. Wedged between a laundry mat and a thrift store was Klub Ambush. I immediately had to call someone back home to tell all about it. After a couple of minutes on the phone with Matty, I headed in.
Once inside, I started to realize something. Ambush looks just like Static. I am sure that anyone that has seen both would agree. There was one big difference though. NO ONE was dancing. Apparently the fags in VA don't dance.
To be completely honest, I wasn't having much fun, aside from being able to smoke inside. I didn't know a soul. I felt alone. It was like a flashback to my first days at Dream before I knew anyone. I had a Red Bull, chain-smoked, and people-watched.
Then, a boy came up to me and asked me for a light. And told me I was really cute. And suddenly I felt better. I didn't feel so alone.
Mr. Don't Ask, Don't Tell and I chatted for a bit. I told him that I was just visiting from the great state of Colorado. That's when he told me about Mr. Contact. You see, Mr. Contact was moving out to Denver a mere six days after I went home. Mr. DADT tried to arrange an introduction with Mr. Contact, but it never materialized by the end of the night. I wasn't too concerned.
The next day, bored at my parents' house, I was surfing around online with what little internet connection I had. I was browsing the local boys when I came across this little hottie. Upon further inspection, I realized that this hottie was Mr. Contact.
We chatted for a bit and decided to meet up at Ambush the next night and hang out. And that is exactly what we did. When the club was starting to kick everyone out, we decided to hang out together for a while longer, so we went for a drive. After stopping by to see a friend of his we went back to his place. When it came time for me to go, he walked me out to my car. He wanted to see me again before I left, and the feeling was definitely mutual, so we made tentative plans to hang out the next night.
18 hours later I pulled up to his house again.
After some debating, we decided to go to a haunted house down by the oceanfront. I was a little hesitant, considering I am a bit of a pussy when it comes to that kind of stuff. Mr. Contact managed to convince me though. Maybe because he is so fucking cute.
We went to Ambush for about an hour after that, and then back to his place where we watched What's Love Got To Do With It. It made me cringe on many occasions. Then we started to watch Jeepers Creepers.
As time went by, we moved closer and closer to each other. We cuddled. We kissed. We made-out. I didn't want to leave. It was really very.
Four hours later I was flying back to Colorado.
♥
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