The Story of Sara

Sara’s story actually fast-forwards into my senior year of college. Sara was a year older than me and went to a school on the total opposite side of the state. From that statement only one true question can arise. How and where did I meet Sara?

It was Saturday night and my boys and I were in our apartment playing video games and pre-game drinking for the night we had planned. I was the second oldest out of my two best friends in college. My best friend was the oldest and our roommate which later on become another best friend of mine was the youngest.

The drive to our favorite club was approximately 40 minutes from our campus. It was around 930pm when we decided to get dressed and head to the club. My girlfriend back home had no idea how much I was clubbing, although she knew I liked to go out with my friends she had no idea how much I was going out. We damn near went clubbing every weekend.

Who knows why we always went to the club, maybe we were trying to make up for the years of boredom before we were 21. Maybe we enjoyed the anticipation of a fun night out with the possibility of getting some strange pussy at the end of the night. Maybe it was just that we had a routine that worked for us and we knew one day that the college days would be over and we’d have to go our separate ways. Whatever it was, all we knew is that we wanted to keep clubbing regardless of failed results. Failed results we’d usually get when hunting women and ultimately going back to campus with nothing.

I had the nicest car out of my best friends, but it was a small two door sports car. Our youngest friend had the car with the most space and it wasn’t a lame ride so we voted to take his car out. Before we left our college town we’d always stop at the local gas station to buy more alcohol and chug it while we road 40 minutes. By the time we were at the club all three of us were drunk and ready to mingle with women and give them stupid lines in hopes of seducing them.

The club scene we went to was an outside setting with two levels of multiple bars.

This is why we came here, we had multiple clubbing options that were all in the same space. All we had to do is park in the garage across the street and walk inside the square block of clubs that were all packed together.

Out of all the options we really favored two clubs. For privacy purposes I’ll call them club red and club blue. These were the only two clubs that played the music we wanted while also giving us a mixed crowd of women from all nationalities. Club Red was my favorite but it cost $20 to get in, Club Blue was basically the same type of club and only cost us $10 to get in. Being that we were broke college students of course we made the decision to head into the $10 club.

Club blue was straight up dope, the professional sports players from the teams in our city would be in the V.I.P. sections popping bottles with groups of women around them. As broke college students we wanted to be them, we wanted the money, the jewelry and the women. It’s difficult to pull women in a club full of professional athletes flashing money.

We pay our $10 cover charge and head inside the club, without even discussing it, we headed straight to the bar. Sometimes I drink beer and sometimes I drink liquor, tonight I felt like drinking liquor and ordered my usual captain and coke mix.

The next step was to circle the club to see our options of women for the night. It was packed, there were plenty of women from all nationalities with big asses, big breast and nice legs. Think of the type of girl you like and then add the features you want her to have. I’m telling you, whoever you just thought of, she was there that night.

After circling the club and finding our spot on the floor, it was time for me to do my usual bathroom visit to take a leak and look at myself in the mirror before going back out into the club and taking shots at women. Like usual, when I get back to the dance floor to find my boys they were standing in the same spot bobbing their heads to the music with no women around them.

I always had to be the first one to make a move and hopefully at a group of women to kick it off for my boys. Naturally I’m an introvert, so I hated breaking the ice with women especially the first group of women for the night. Looking around the dark club there was woman after woman walking by or right next to us swinging their hips dancing to the music and rubbing up against us. They didn’t rub up against us on purpose, club blue was so packed that night you really had no standing room so everybody was hip to hip.

Continuing to glance around the room looking for eye contact, there was this redheaded white girl that was staring at me. I looked away and then glanced in her direction again. Once again her head turned to look at me. We made eye contact and out came those dreaded butterflies in my stomach that I hate. I hated that nervous feeling of knowing it’s time to make a move and deciding whether to puss out or not because I feared rejection.

Why does this happen to me?