Angelena Meets Oregonian Drummer
Last night my friend and I went to the local dive bar to drink Tecates and talk shit on hipsters. When we arrived I had to hit up the ladies room, so my friend went to the counter to order drinks. When I came back, she was sitting in a booth with three guys, two beers and a smile on her face. Ahh, I love arriving to pleasant surprises! I sat down and introduced myself, and the boys did the same. Through conversation it was revealed that they were all musicians, one of them a drummer from Portland that's in a pretty famous indie band.
After a few drinks and shooting the shit, the guys invited us girls over to hang out at their place and smoke pot. When we got there, my friend and the other musician drifted over to his room, while Drummer and I sat on the deck smoking cigarettes. We talked about motorcycles, euthanasia, traveling the world, and our love for the Beatles and the Rolling Stones. Conversation was amazing and endless, but I was secretly wishing to myself that he would just stop talking and kiss me. He would touch my arm, rub my leg, be five inches from my face, but no kiss. I thought to myself, “These are all GO signs, yet he’s not going!” At this point my friend had emerged from the room and wanted to go home. I stood up from my seat, looked at the Drummer and didn’t want to leave. I said to him, “Do you want to come along? She lives down the street.” He said, “Sure, I’m up for a late night adventure.”
After I dropped off my friend, I told the Drummer I wanted to stop by my place, which was on the way, and put on comfy clothes. He said he didn’t mind and came with me inside my apartment. I changed then sat with him on the living room couch while he finished smoking a cigarette. At this point the urge to kiss him was unbearable, but I told myself that I wouldn’t do it, that he would have to kiss me first no matter what. We talked some more, but then hit an awkward silence. Drummer’s chuckle broke the quiet and I asked him what was so funny. “Here we are talking when we should be making out,” he said, then leaned over and kissed me.
And it was probably the most tender kiss I’ve had in a long time. We made out for a solid hour. He gave me goose bumps every five minutes. I’d make him moan every two. It really felt so damn good. Halfway through our make out session, he stopped, looked at me and said, “This is so nice.” “What’s nice?” I replied. “Being here, kissing a pretty girl,” he answered, and I then proceeded to melt. Lying on the couch, we started to nod off from being up so late. I looked at the clock and saw that it was 4:15 AM. Even though I wanted him to stay and spoon, I told the Drummer I needed to drive him home.
When we got to his place we kissed some more and then Drummer said to me, “Since I don’t have your number I guess I won’t ever see you again.” I told him it looked that way. He responded, “Well, can you give me your number?” I happily obliged. I’m really trying not to think about him calling, but I can't help it. I don’t want a BF or relationship. I just want to hang out with the Drummer again because I’m sorta smitten. Hopefully I’ll get a call soon, and if not I shouldn’t be surprised.
Fucking musicians. You do it to me every time.
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