Holy shit. Hard Summer music festival was one of the greatest experiences I've ever had. I've been to big events like those, but man I really lived it up this time.

So Saturday at around 1pm I'm pregaming with my buddy and his brother at the parking spot across the street from the event. After several beers are down, we walk into the event and just start walking around the place, checking out the stages and stuff. I run into some other friends, hang out on the grass for a bit, chatting it up. I go to the main stage and watch Tommy Trash for a bit cuz he was stuck in traffic. Then Flosstradamus comes on and drops a really high energy set, I run into some other friends right in the middle of the crowd and we party throughout that set. They leave to go see someone else after Floss is done, and I watch Axwell's, which overall was alright, but I expected better. Still some cool moments in there though. Like this short vid! In My Mind - Axwell

Anyway, after that set finished I went over the Pink Tent where they played a whole bunch of house music. Really cool, chill vibe in there. I go near the front of the stage, about 5 feet from the rail, and I'm just dancing to myself, not really paying attention to anything but the music. To my 11, there's this really small chick up against the rail, dancing to herself and just having a good time. At one point she looks back and makes eye contact with me, and at that moment I decided I was gonna ask her to dance. Someone next to her leaves and so I take the spot, start bumping to the music, but all this time my minds starts racing thinking of how to approach her, how to do I ask her to dance. This part seemed all too familiar, the approach anxiety. For some reason, I remembered Johnny Knoxville's quote, "Honestly, sometimes you just have to take a deep breath and say 'Fuck It'. So fuck it, I look over to her, grab her attention and just simply ask if she wanted to dance. She nods. Holy shit I felt like I won the lottery. It was that easy. So we face each other and start dancing, but it felt so awkward. No physicality, no talking, nothing. This went on for like 30 seconds, but I decided to up the ante, I grabbed her hand, and pulled her in front of me, putting her between me and the gate, and I just let my body do all the talking. Alright cool, she still hasn't shot me down or anything, and things are going great. At one point she looks back at me, smiles and gives me a kiss on the cheek. The next time she tried to do that, I just dove in and planted one right on her lips. Took her by surprise but she couldn't hide her smile. I couldn't believe this was all happening, just like that. So the dancing got dirtier, our bodies definitely a lot closer. I would put my hands on her hips, run my fingers lightlly across her body. At one point she had her hand on mine, would drag it up her thigh and near her ass. When it got close enough I went for the ass grab (risky, I know), grabbed it, and she pulled it away, but kept it on her leg. She looked back and me, a bit coy, and I never broke eye contact and held a smirk that said "I know you liked it." And she started grinding even harder. Eventually, she asked for my name, started asking about me and we started getting to know each other. Turns out she's 26, Colombian girl. Quite the jump for me considering I'm 21, just got out of a 5 year relationship with a girl my age, and like I said, I'm not used to asking girls to dance with me. At all. But fuck it, she's grinding all over me and we're making out like nobody's business.

I later tell her I need to use the restroom, asked her if she wanted to come with me, but she said she was with a friend and didn't wanna leave her. So I said I'd be back, honestly, expecting her to be gone by the time I was back, but no I found her, went to go see Carnage (who dropped a bass-in-yo-face kind of set) and danced with her until the festival ended. Afterwards, we went to my friends car, my friend started talking up her other friend, and Colombian girl and I just sit in the trunk and start pounding beers one right after the other and we're talking the night away, learning a lot more about each other since we couldn't get out cuz traffic coming out of the parking spots was impossible. At around 2:00 am or so, we go to her apt, drink a bit more. At this point, she got a little too drunk, so I took her to her bed. She wanted to have sex, but there was no way I was gonna do that to her, she was just too drunk. Leave her house, get to mine at 4am.

The really cool part about this was that I did something that I never really did before, and as a result, experienced something that has never happened before. Taking that extra step made the difference. And the cool thing about it was that there was no faking, or pretending, or even holding back. I was entirely myself the entire time I was with her and I continuously escalated without even thinking about seddit or everything that I've learned. It just felt natural. I was the cocky, quickwitted, sarcastic little bastard that I always am and she fucking loved it. She told me how I awesome I was, how funny I was, how she was having so much fun with me. She could've been lying for all I care, but I gave no shits. I'm probably never gonna talk to her or see her again, but that's okay. What a great weekend.