I feel like this type of thing could only happen to me, but maybe someone else has been lucky too.
I was in one of my three favorite clubs on a Monday night, and it was thronging with people. I was with some German friends dancing, meanwhile prowling the club with my eyes. I was interested in three different guys, and finally, after several hours of flirting, around 4a.m. I began to dance with one and his friend.
An unwanted guy had been following me throughout the night trying to dance with me, and the definitive moment when Benjamin and I got closer was when I move to dance closer so that we were touching, to symbolize to the unwanted man that I was with him. Ben danced really funny and energetically, singing along to all the rap songs, and I thought it was really adorable. He was very well built and very attractive. His hair was a hazel brown, and his eyes had the German steadiness.
Dancing led to talking outside, sitting down. I told him that I agreed with him about something, or tried to. I said,
Me: “Ich verabrede mich mit dir.”
Ben: “Unfortunately that is not possible, I have a girlfriend.”
Me: “What? What does that have to do with me agreeing with you? And, why are you sitting here with me now then?”
Ben: “You just said you wanted to go on a date with me, and I am sitting here because I like you.”
Me: “Is that what that means? Oops, I don’t. But German men don’t usually cheat! They are usually so loyal.”
Ben: “Yes most are. But not me. Can I kiss you now?”
I know I am a bad person! I didn’t care about his girlfriend, so we started kissing. SOMEHOW, I mean it always happens somehow doesn’t it? Somehow, he persuaded me to go make out with him in his friend’s car, where it was warmer.
Suddenly, we were in the backseat of a rather public street. That was fine when we got there and it was just beginning to shown hints of daylight, but soon the sun had risen. I was not paying attention to the world outside the car being focused on what was happening in it, when there was a loud sudden banging on the car and laughter came from the street. A group of kids ran by.
Before I knew what happened, Ben jumped out and was chasing a group of boys. His silky red shirt was unbuttoned. I got out of the car and watched him from a block away, as he literally beat up a group of seven 16 years old boys, and dragged the culprit back to the car by his neck. He called his friend and proceeded to hold the boy their by his neck until his friend arrived.
“Sorry C, shit happens,” Ben said to me, as he stood there holding the boy. I did not mind, I was amused by it all. His shirt was still unbuttoned, and his perfect abs were showing in the gray morning light.
Finally his friend came. They spent over 30 mintues assessing the damage and arguing, and finally decided the boys would give Ben and his friend 50 Euros and their number, to either be given back the change or pay more once it was brought into a shop. Ben and his friend were entirely upright in that regard I could see.
They gave me a ride home, in the very nice car. I kissed him goodnight, and laughed and laughed when I tried to fall asleep that night.
Tags: fighting, making out, nightclubs, nightlife, vandalism
