Karen's Story, Part 9


So, out of the bathroom we go, and back to the dancefloor, looking for our guys. It took a little while, but I finally saw Gordon and Paul walking in from outside--guess they had a little talk, too--and I gave them a big wave. Just then, Wendy bailed from my side to go over and talk to David. I don't know which was the most stupid move: her going to talk to David in the first place, or her running off when Paul was looking at her. Did she even listen to what I was saying in the bathroom? I didn't let it bother me, though, because I could tell by the music that the dance was on its last legs. It was getting late enough that I wanted to spend all time left in the dance with Gordon, and I'd just talk with Wendy in the limo or in the morning or something. I met with Gordon and Paul, and we formed a small group. I danced a little bit with Paul to keep him from going off and getting depressed, and he tried to smile a little. Poor guy. Then they started playing the last two or three slow songs, and I basically forgot about Paul. I hugged Gordon as tightly as I could and rested my head against his chest. The whole evening was turning out so well! I looked up at him, hoping to snag another kiss from him, but he kept his head up. I didn't mind too much, since we had a whole limo ride left in the night.
	by Brian Tivol

So, out of the bathroom we go, and back to the dancefloor, looking for our guys. It took a little while, but I finally saw Gordon and Paul walking in from outside--guess they had a little talk, too--and I gave them a big wave.

Just then, Wendy bailed from my side to go over and talk to David. I don't know which was the most stupid move: her going to talk to David in the first place, or her running off when Paul was looking at her. Did she even listen to what I was saying in the bathroom?

I didn't let it bother me, though, because I could tell by the music that the dance was on its last legs. It was getting late enough that I wanted to spend all time left in the dance with Gordon, and I'd just talk with Wendy in the limo or in the morning or something.

I met with Gordon and Paul, and we formed a small group. I danced a little bit with Paul to keep him from going off and getting depressed, and he tried to smile a little. Poor guy. Then they started playing the last two or three slow songs, and I basically forgot about Paul. I hugged Gordon as tightly as I could and rested my head against his chest. The whole evening was turning out so well! I looked up at him, hoping to snag another kiss from him, but he kept his head up. I didn't mind too much, since we had a whole limo ride left in the night.

by Brian Tivol