So the girl from the night before was still hanging with me so she could get her freak on with my other FWB. I was worn out from the extremely active day (seriously they should have a thing called sex knees) so I let them have their fun while I just rested up for the rest of the night that was to come.

Some may know this but I'm still reeling from my ex leaving a few months ago so I started getting a random panic attack and feeling nausteous. Not great when you wanna go out and have a kick ass time. Fuck it I did it anyways.

Sick feeling I arrived after getting the girl to her place for a quick change. I get to the club and tell her I don't want her being a puppy the whole night. This while I am ordering my shot for the night. I was hoping it would take off the edge from the panic attack. It did just a tiny bit.

I really wanted to dance but its hard to when you feel like vomiting. I do a little dancing just to wear off my panic attack. (PSA - to those getting panic attacks... excersize will kick it's ass. Dancing is good for this. Just push yourself even if you look like a retard that has had too much to drink. Just do it.) It worked a little but I have done that before and still ended up puking. Sometimes it's hard to tell if the sick feeling is real or in your head.

So I punch the bag a bit as always. The score keeps going up. Gotta give my buddy (the manager) some shit for his ecig. Good times.

I couldn't find pool buddies so I started racking the table for a solo game. Hot blonde walks up and asks if she can play. Instantly i ask her if she is any good. (shes a girl not a god) She is trashed so i don't even try talking to her much after that. We play and I lose cause I bumped the 8 in on complete accident.

I then am hanging out watching people dance. This guy starts doing some crazy modified version of break dancing. Since I know a crew that rolls through often I decide to talk to him when he takes a break.

Cool guy. Hes got some cool gaming buddies too. We talked about Star wars and video games. Hooking him up with the dance crew I know.

So far I'm feeling pretty good about how I am doing considering I'm not trying anything at all.

I then am standing on the dance floor because I love the music there vs when I'm not on it. Something about the shape changes the sound output on and off the floor.

This cute black girl stands next to me then pulls in close. She asks my name with a lingering feminine handshake. We exchange names. She then leans into my ear and says, "I like your swag" then gives me a lingering kiss on the cheek.

now hear this punks

Don't do what I did next. I didn't see the green light and stayed in comfort mode. Fuck that shit. I should have turned to her, put my hand on the side of her head, pulled in close and made out with that hottie and took her home to make her my love slave for the night.

Take the fucking green lights. We get tons of them and never even see them. Start seeing the colors and don't be color blind to those green lights.

So I play my new break dancing buddy in pool. The girl is still walking around. I fucking talked to her. Cool fucking girl. Didn't get a number because I was trying to talk to her that same night. She was moving with her set so she didn't want to be rude but decided to talk later. Later never came.

BE BOLD DAMN IT, BE BOLD

Then I figured something out...

My sweet friend I care so much for... has an evil twin. That girl I took home... evil twin. That girl got down and dirty on the dance floor with everyone. Good thing I wore a rubber. (seriously wear condoms guys no matter how much the girl begs you not to... wtf is with girls not wanting a condom... weird)

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