Cat; Worst Date Ever

Things were slowing to a standstill with Eve. Some superstition or who knows what, kept me from having what I seemed to want with Bryna. I was ready to move outside of our friend group completely. Cat, who worked with my roommate Khrys, was cute and hip, a little older than me, and agreeable to a date.

I met her at her house where a small cocktail party was underway. She made fancy mixed drinks for her friends and I had a beer. I felt awkward and unsophisticated amongst her cool friends. They knew music I didn't know and didn't care too and they were phony in such an amazing and creative way. Finally the party was declared through as we had a show to get too. We were seeing Mr. Bungle at The Cattle Club.

We got in line and as Cat walked through the door ahead of me, security blocked my path. "Sold Out!"

The promoter was a friend of mine and I tracked him down. "Jerry, you gotta let me in. It's Mr. Bungle! And for chissakes I've got a hot date inside."

"If the date was hot she wouldn't be inside without you, but okay."

"Thanks Jerry. Um, hey, I've to two friends in line. Can they come in too?"

"Yeah, yeah, hurry up."

Roger was standing in the parking lot with his new girlfriend Monica. She was cute in a silly girl with a mohawk sort of way. We all got in and I found my date. She was in the bar, where I could not go as I was under 21. I watched as she took drinks from a crowd of guys who hadn't come for the music. I enjoyed the opening band and then grabbed a peak back into the bar. She was making out with some dork. Okay, date over. But I remained curious. I peaked in again a while later and she was straddling one guy while making out with a guy standing behind him. This date was way over. This date was a rotting corpse.

I focused on the show, which was great. On the way out she seemed to think she needed to check in with me, to get permission to go home with this dude. It seemed strange to me, but I told her I didn't give a shit what she did. Would she have come home with me if I'd insisted? Beinig hip didn't necessarily mean being strong, progressive or independent I decided.

Roger and Monica came by my place for a spell after. Monica was into art, particularly Hieronymus Bosch. I told her I was bored with surrealism, literalism and symbolism and that I liked art that simply and directly conveyed emotion. I liked art that didn't need to be discussed or analyzed. She was quiet. I think she felt judged. Her response was very different from Bryna's. I backed off.

Months later I told the story of my worst date ever when the local alternative weekly came around with their "Man on the street" interview. The story ran, and I got teased but I loved it. I felt like a published storyteller.

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