A Girl I Know

Let me tell you a story about a girl that I know who had a bad night. She is a close friend of mine and asked me to write her story, seeing as how I love to write I decided to accept the challenge of writing about her 'hell date'

Jillian is a woman of many talents, experiences and smiles. But nothing could have humiliated her more than this night in front of the girl she has been crushing on for months. Usually Jillian is suave, graceful and sure of herself, but in front of Bri she is overcome by the butterflies in her stomach which make it impossible to function normally.

So she was nervous, she needed a few drinks to relieve the anxiety. The thought of her last visit with Bri sent shivers down her spine. Perhaps she didn't say or do anything wrong during their last visit, but for some reason she felt that she ruined a potentially romantic and meaningful visit with disaster, she had no idea. You see, Jillian had this annoying talent of always saying the wrong thing around Bri. Not only that but she found herself always tripping over her own feet when Bri entered her view this night would be no exception.

Jillian took a few more drinks before their big night out together with her roomate Allen. Besides Allen was the one paying for drinks so Jillian thought she would make things easier by getting loaded before they went out to the expensive gay clubs on Miami Beach. This is just an example of how thoughtful and considerate Jillian was in nature.

The night started out fun. The three enjoyed the gay fabulous tunes of Hedwig and the Angry Inch. Allen sang the loudest, and with the most zeal which was unusual for a straight guy to be singing about another guy's sex change operation. Jillian always admired the way Allen could be so gay and not at the same time.

When they got to the bar, the three ordered some drinks and surrounded a small table. Jillian was extremely happy about the music and ambiance of the bar, even though there were no lesbians. She also had a pretty decent buzz surfacing from the drinks she lost track of at her house. She of course didn't mind much that the lesbian population was absent because she had Bri close by who seemed to be in her own world, Jillian could never tell what she was thinking.

Bri had a permanent Poker face. You could never tell if she was having fun or not. It was always a mystery. This could have been the reason why Jillian felt so inadequate around her. Now, Jillian was no stranger to dating, she had done so quite a bit in her young adult life, but this was different. Usually she was given signs, clues that she was doing and saying the right thing, a laugh, a smile, a reassuring head nod or the simple act of holding hands even for a brief moment. Bri offered no such reassurance, but the promise that her affection would not come so easily.

Jillian kept drinking, one after another until the point where she felt like nothing could go wrong, not like before. After a few drinks Jillian did what she knew how to do best, make new friends. As she stood at the bar she was complimented by a very fun looking gay man about her hair. "Girl you are so gorgeous!" This is the part Jillian loved the most about gay bars, the flocks of gay men that would compliment you without any need for bootey later such as in straight bars, which Jillian never gave."Can I touch it?" The gay man asked with a smile. Jillian smiled overcome with flattery and told him he could They became instant friends, her and...... "What is your name?" Jillian asked him.

"Sam." he said with a smile, "and today is my birthday! I am 23 years old!"

Jillian looked around Sam wondering where all his friends were, the man had no friends in sight besides one guy next to him that was talking non-stop about his boyfriend in Puerto Rico. Apparently they had just met, still the question lingered "Where are all the friends?" Jillian said out loud, the alcohol had somehow destroyed her ability to not speak each and every one of her thoughts. Sam answered her, but there was no words coming out of his mouth, the only thing Jillian could concentrate on was the happening beats. She suddenly felt the urge to dance and could care less where the birthday boy's friends were. She was like a kitten being distracted by a string, this was just like Jillian, the party girl.

Sam was not offended, he was ecstatic that he met someone fun and began to dance with her. Jillian promised him that this birthday would be amazingly fun if he stuck with her and her friends. Speaking of friends, she should probably check on them. Jillian went over to her friends with a fresh drink and noticed a guy talking to her crush Bri. Didn't he know she was not even straight? Jillian laughed to herself and tried to distract Bri from the intruder, by standing really close to her and eventually kissed her right on the mouth after which she introduced Sam to Allen and Bri.

"It is my birthday!" Sam announced to her friends. Allen immediately took Sam under his wing and had everything to do with trying to make Sam's birthday special with a shot for everyone.

The room swirled as Jullian took that fatal shot that marked the beginning of her bad luck which intensified with the second shot given to her by Bri, who obviously knew her limitations better than she did. This would have been the ending to a wonderful night, but it became the point of no return for poor drunk Jillian.

The night was blurry, a cloud of intoxication took her to the bar where two French Canadians were trying to romance each other, no doubt they were on vacation from Montreal. She began to talk to them, hoping that they were as friendly as Sam, they were nice enough and talked to Jillian about 'God knows what'.After a certain amount of alcohol Jillian has a hard time understanding accents.

Another thing she had a hard time recognizing was "No, I will not change the music!" the bartender yelled at her. "And if you ask me one more time you are out of here!" Jullian wondered to herself how many times she had harassed the bartender about the music but couldn't remember.

Shortly thereafter the three friends were kicked out of the bar, Jillian had no idea why but suspected it had something to do with the verbally cussing out of the bartender for not playing ABBA or Madonna music. I mean she was right, right? What kind of gay place doesn't' play the fantastic tunes of Mamma Mia or Immaculant Collection?

The rest of the night felt like a roller coaster that took you for a spin until you puked all over yourself and then started all over again. All over the pavement for that matter in front of the diner they had just entered and exited, this was her first drunken sickness of the night. Perhaps they didn't want to risk Jillian getting kicked out of there too.

"Are you cool Jillian?" Allen asked as she fell straight on her butt. Bri, although quite a bit smaller than Jillian somehow managed to lift her up from the street. Allen payed little attention to his drunk friend too entrapped in his conversation wtih Sam.

"I can't believe you aren't gay!" Sam told Allen. Jillian remembered the promise she made to Sam that this would be an amazing birthday for him, she wondered when she would be able to stand without Bri's help, how humiliating. Jullian felt she was trapped in a nightmare.

"I am probably the gayest straight man you will ever meet." Allen replied with a pride that most straight men would only say in nightmares, the kind of nightmares that you kept to yourself.

The acidity of the vomit became more alkaline with each and every projectile vomiting. Which was the only thing Jillian could be grateful for, it stung less and less every time. She counted her blessing as she opened the door to the Explorer and puked her guts out, this must have been the tenth time she spread her misfortune on Miami Beach. The thought that perhaps she was drugged or poisoned crossed her mind because it was easier to digest then the fact that she drank to much and therefore caused this horrible event. But she vowed to have a good time, hoping that the madness would stop, but if it didn't she told herself she would still have fun.

"Drink some water." Bri gave her drunk friend a bottled water without knowing what the consequences would be, which was the nausea and suddenly the water was all over the floor. It took a minute for Jillian to realize that they were in a completely different bar this time, more ghetto somewhere on South Beach.

"You can puke all over this bar and they don't care," Sam told Bri as he handed Jullian a beer. Jullian felt embarrassed and started sipping on the beer without even realizing it.

"Why did you just give her beer?" Bri said laughing a little and took it away. "She needs water."

"No she doesn't." Allen said, "It is making her more sick."

The girls wondered how intoxicated you would have to be to not even be able to drink water, the only saving grace to the massive hangover that would soon welcome Jillian into a new day. 'I am going to hate tomorrow,' she thought to her self, 'so I might as well love tonight.' she was convinced that whatever shot she had at being with Bri was over.

The night continued, and Jillian never got better. Bri carried her everywhere and took care of her with an understanding that could only be found in a Saint. The kindness Bri had shown Jillian only made her want to be with Bri that much more. Before the night brought the nightmare Jillian had thought about Bri, but only as a crush. It took something as horrific and embarrassing as this for her to realize that Bri was different. Faithful, loyal, dedicated and caring but Jillian couldn't see it through the poker face that intimidated her earlier.

The night began to end and Jillian began to feel sad. They had arrived safetly back home and she wished that she could just dissapear. Jillian sat on the steps and got sick for the last time, outside soaking her shoes and pants. She felt like crying, but that would just add more icing to a disaster cake. How embarrassing!

She didnt want Bri to help her shower, although she probably needed it. That wasn't how she wanted things to go. She had, of course, imagined that someday they would have a sexy shower together but not like this, never like this. She decided to allow Bri to stand by the shower, making sure that she wouldn't fall and break her head open, for her own safety. That would only add more stupidity to this already idiotic night. 'What a night!' she thought.

The two girls put on their pajamas and crawled into bed, sharing a twin size. Jullian felt an overwhelming sense of loss, she felt certain that whatever they had going on was over forever. "I don't blame you, but you probably don't 'like like' me anymore right?" Jullian asked Bri in the dark expecting and preparing for Bri to tell her she was done.

"No, I still like you." Bri replied. "I kinda think it is funny."

A huge sense of relief passed over Jullian along with the instant development of a slightly bigger crush then the one that she had previously. What she had done was unforgivable, what kind of person could still 'like' her after such a night that caused even her to not like herself, which didn't happen very often. She knew that this kind of woman was hard to find.