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Yeh, you get rid of the government and those with property become the government. There ain't no utopia's, and every system is going to be chalk full of people trying to fuck you over. That's why I pull to the left anymore, because if imma be fucked over, I'd least like some consolation prizes in the bargain.
Ex girlfriend posted pictures with her new boyfriend. They're so happy.
Back to Tinderin'.
Gaylord Hotel & Resort, National Harbor, Maryland, USA.
Top Floor, club scene
Friday 23:00
21+ years only
There was a Cervantes (Soul Calibur), Super Saiyan Goku (Dragonball Z), and a Cloud Strife (Advent Children) all dance battling! Shit was hype, and I remember screaming at the top of my lungs.
Anyway, to the subject at hand,
Now that I think of it, I should have kissed her. This one young lady. She wasn't noticeably gorgeous, but maybe it's because she wearing a kigurumi outfit, so I'm sure it didn't do her justice. However, her bronze skin, dark hair, and warm smile made me melt. So amused by her appearance that I had to stop dancing in my drunken stupor and tilt my head curiously until she matched my gaze. I wonder if she knew right then if I was actually a young man crossplaying Chiaki from Dangan Ronpa. It was rather dark, as most dance club settings were, but I invited her into my personal space by offering my hands. She took them happily, and I dared not to disappoint. Almost immediately I pointed up to the ceiling, at a holographic image with the words that I mouthed to her in order to keep up the charade. "Last Call" I said to her silently as the beat dropped. Holding hands we jumped up and down and danced. There was no tango or foxtrot, but we both demonstrated some knowledge of how to move our bodies to the beat. I know it's much easier to do after drinking, and I was so glad to have a partner. The song ended and so did the time at the club. We embraced.
"Thank you," I said to her, ignoring the fact that my damaged masculine bass was caused by screaming before I met her. "That was a lot of fun."
Her eyes widened, seemingly at the revelation of my true gender, and hopefully not because I sounded like a varsity cheerleader after homecoming. An amused smile curved upon her glossy lips. "What's your name?" she asked.
I admit, there were several aliases that I thought of. Should I give her my FB page name? My nickname? My current cosplay character's name? Hell, even my Roleplayerguild username? You know you're a roleplayer when you refuse to give your actual birth name. So, I showed her my convention badge which said "Neo." I leaned in forward, trying not to strain my voice. For a brief moment, I thought I saw her eyes close a little, something I'm use to seeing just when I am about to make out with another woman. "Watch RWBY?" She laughed and nodded. I was such a cuck.
"I'll see you tomorrow then?" If eyes were truly the window to one's soul, I think I saw hope flicker in them. The kind of hope that, at least in my mind, would mean that her weekend was going to get better.
"Sure," I winked. And we parted ways to reunite with our friends.
It was the last I saw of her.
Stupid me, I'm the one who should be making others daydream about those nights!
CON REGRETS.
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At least it's not the F35.