Part-C

The party on Saturday was a blast. Even on late notice, a lot of people showed up. It was a Halloween/costume party/housewarming for Scott and he invited so many people that it was impossible to get from one side of my apartment to the other. I haven’t had a party like that since college.

I was dressed as David, the sculpture. (Don’t worry, I had a gray marble-colored body suit on.) Marny was an Orion slave girl so we kind of matched in a weird way, which was totally a coincidence since I forgot to coordinate with her. Anyway, Scott dressed as a Centaur, but the best costume was Gunther’s Tom Bosley.

Anyway, like I said, it was packed. Lots of women in sexy outfits. I was hanging out with Marny for a while but then she said she had promised to stop by another friend’s party. I couldn’t leave my own party so she took off at around 10:00 and said she would come back later and stay the night.

At 10:01 (it seems) Michelle showed up with Adam. They were dressed as Mr. and Mrs. Brady and it was kind of cute, I guess. I had been drinking (duh) and went right up to introduce myself. Adam is some kind of famous surgeon but all I could think was that he was way too old for her. I talked to both of them for a while until Adam went off to get them drinks.

I talked to Michelle for a long time. But I didn’t make my stupid move there. No, I waited until much later. I was dancing with Monica (platonically) and I kept looking over at Adam touching Michelle. I mean, not like groping her, just you know, putting his hand on her back and stuff. For some reason I was getting really jealous. I know I had no right to be but the alcohol was making me crazy.

At about 1:00 am the party had thinned out and Michelle said she and Adam were leaving. He had rounds or something in the morning. I said, “Can I talk to you in private?”

She went into my bedroom with me and I just blurted out, “I think I’m in love with you.”

I don’t know why I thought this was going to go over well, like she was going to say, “Oh, my, God, I feel the same way.”

Instead, she turned white and said, “I have to leave.”

I said, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to freak you out. Wait.”

She stopped and I took her hand. Then I just kissed her.

I know. It was totally stupid. All the signs were pointing toward “Don’t do this.” But I did anyway.

She pulled away. I looked up. There was Adam. He said, “What’s going on here?” and then he just punched me. Hard. In the stomach.

I didn’t throw up but I wanted to. Michelle took off.

And then Marny came back.

I don’t know how I could have fucked this up any worse than I did. I am totally screwed.

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11 Responses to Part-C

  1. Sheikiah says:

    Don’t worry. Surgeons are specially good in kicking asses. He probably didn’t punch you hard in the stomach, but he hit a special spot in your belly somehow related to your spleen, that made you feel worse than being hit normally.
    This is not worth quitting the Project. You know, you’ve had a lot more of good of good things than bad things, so… keep it up!

  2. Jezba says:

    Fletcher! I screamed “noooooooooooo” out loud at my computer when I read that. In fact two people asked me what had happened and I didnt really know how to explain that a blog I stumbled upon a few months ago and have been reading just flipped its own universe upside down! That was fucking awesome (for your readers). But. The good news is that even though you looked like an ass, somewhere deep down in her brain, a little wormhole was created that will tell her you are assertive and stick up for what you want. And when barrel-chested, iron-fisted, goldenboy surgeon man eventually fucks off, she will at least remember that. Well, if it was a nice kiss anyway. But what to do when you see her next? Probably take her aside again be like “ya know elevator girl, about that Halloween party. Ive been meaning to say that I forgive you for pulling me into my bedroom and kissing me, and my girlfriend is really sorry she punched you in the stomach. I think I have let go of my initial shock and am ready to start being friends with you again. And then who knows from there, maybe in this crazy world, you and I could actually end up romantically involved.” And then she will think either
    1. She remembered everything wrong and will start apologizing to you.
    2. You are actually pretty hilarious, and know how to make a good ice breaker so it doesnt have to be awkward when you two run into each other.
    or 3. Youre an asshole.
    But I bet it will be #2. Try it Fletcher. What have you got to lose at this point?

    • I have been in total depression all week about this. Until your comment. It actually makes sense. Maybe there is a sliver of hope here. I think I’ll wait until I see her in the elevator and try your suggestion. If I can redeem myself in her eyes, I’ll owe you big time. –F

  3. Karen says:

    I cannot go to sleep. I must know what happens! AH!

  4. Syeoh says:

    I recently googled talking to strangers, and came across this blog. I’ve been addicted ever since. It’s hard to believe this is real life.
    It has inspired me to quit gaming, and start talking to my old friends again. I’ve already got plans to go to two parties, it’s insane. This story actually can be true, because the shit is happening in my life too!!

    I’m totally going to start writing about the people I meet. Seems like you’ve learned a lot about yourself by doing this. I definitely don’t have the confidence to post it online for the whole world to see, but it seems like a fun activity for an introvert like me to do.

    I love the blog Fletcher. Even if it’s real or not, and congratulations on the book!

    • Awesome, I’m psyched for you.

    • I was thinking I wanted to say more about this. It’s been so long since these things happened, it’s nice to remember that the blog can still have an impact. I do remember feeling helpless though, like nothing would ever change because it was all out of my hands. The one thing I did realize after talking to strangers is that maybe you can’t change the specific outcome but you can still take control. Or in gaming terms (just for Syeoh), You can’t win if you don’t play.

      • Dave Man says:

        Just started reading the blog too and found it the exact same way! Dude, so inspirational.. I really think this is what life is about. Will continue reading but upset it is no longer updated 🙁

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