Friend of a Friend (Part 1)

This dude I met through a friend of a friend.
A tourist from Australia.

When my friend asked me to hang out that day I honestly didn’t want to go, but since I had nothing better to do I figured why the hell not. What’s there to lose??

So I met up with my friend and his friend. Not my type at all; tall, blonde with blue eyes. But let me just say his accent was 🤌🏻🤌🏻
Mind you, I’m in a relationship with X so… I wasn’t expecting anything, and made that very clear to begin with.

We got lunch, then went bowling…
At this bowling alley though I still remember; while my friend was bowling, he sat right next to me to the point where our hands almost touched, he looked into my eyes and wow did I feel something. A feeling I haven’t felt in a while…
I don’t even remember what we were talking about, but must’ve been about our lives, relationships something deep that I never felt comfortable talking to X about.

How sad is it that I could confide in someone I met a couple hours ago more than my bf?

How could this random man make me feel so comfortable and understood?

After bowling we all went home, decided to shower and change clothes to reconvene later to go out out (aka drinking / clubbing).

5 more people joined us for dinner, some of them couldn’t speak English so naturally the English speakers were on one side and the Japanese speakers on the other.
I was sat next to him, and as the drinks kept pouring the closer we got and the more intimate our conversations got. Regardless of other people around, we were in our own world just talking.

We all decided to leave the resto and go to the club and by this point we were all tipsy to say the least… While we made our way to the club my friend pulled me aside and said “My friend thinks you’re really cute btw. He said it’s a shame that you have a bf”

…Wtf was I supposed to do with this info?!?

We all went in together and were dancing as a group, but this 1 random girl came into our circle and started dancing with him and my jealous side came out… I grabbed his hand and pulled him close to me to dance together. I think he got the hint and he said “wanna grab a drink?”

We broke off from the group, got drinks and went to a different floor of this 3 story club.
As we danced together on the dance floor, we slowly made our way to a corner and i was against a wall grinding with this tall handsome man I just met a couple of hours ago.

Our faces touch, but no kiss.
We’re dancing nose to nose, but no kiss.

The dim lighting, the alcohol, the music…
The tension…

I closed my eyes and put my head on his chest, battling my urge and temptation to kiss this man while wishing that he would just kiss me already.

That’s when it happened.

Not the kiss, but something weirder.

I had a vision…
Of us together. Like together together living in a house with a yard with little kids running around… Our kids.
The kids clearly ours with his blonde curly hair and blue eyes.

Was this a sign that we’re meant to end up together?

I took my head off his chest, looked up at him and kissed him.

He pulled away slightly and asked “Are you sure?” I nodded as he leaned into kiss me.

Time flew while we made out in this ratchet club like teenagers that can’t get their hands off eachother.
What felt like 10min was actually 3 hours.

With the stuffy air, heat and sweat, we decided to get some fresh air.
Only then we realized it was 4am.

Both in awe trying to process what had happened we made our way to the stoop of a random building and sat across from eachother with our backs on the doorway.

He was the first to speak and said, “Only if we lived in the same place, our story would’ve been different”. All I could say to that was a quiet “yea…”
In that moment, it started raining… Right on cue. Thankfully the stoop we sat on had a roof so we didn’t get rained on but we both just stared out into the rain.

Then he said, “Honestly, today, since I met you this whole experience felt like a movie… It still feels like I’m in a movie and this isn’t my real life… so… (dramatic pause) what are you gonna do?”

Me trying to process EVERYTHING that happened.
I only knew one thing.
And that was to break up with X.

The conversations I had with him was the type of conversation I wanted to have with my bf but couldn’t.

The kind of night out I had was something I wanted to experience with my bf but couldn’t.

Everything that felt lacking in my relationship was made obvious in that moment, and I realized how much of myself I compromised to make my bf feel safe. To fit into a mold of a “good gf” I created for myself, but sadly that wasn’t me.

“I don’t know yet… but I know what I need to do”

He sat to face the rain to make space next to him, reached out his long arm and said “come here”. I slid in right next to him as he wrapped his arm around me. He hugged me tighter and we both just sat in silence hoping this moment would never end.

His phone started buzzing.
Our friend was calling and said “Where are you guys? 1st trains out. Let’s go home.”

It was time.

We shared one last kiss and slowly made our way towards the station.
When we saw our friend in the distance he turned to me and said, “I’m here for another 2 more days. You know where to find me”

That was our 1st good bye.