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How I Almost Made Out With a 27 Year Old Man
"Is this IMA Robot?"
I turned around, putting my back to the speaker; the bass was so loud it made my hair fall out of place. I eyed the man that the question had come from, taking him in from head to toe. His dark hair was unruly, his brown eyes penetrating but friendly. It had been a few days since his last shave. He dressed as if he knew where he was, with tattered jeans, a snug band t-shirt, a pin-striped blazer, and a pair of lime green chucks held together with - omigod - duct tape. Most importantly, however, was the impressive looking camera he held in his hand and the sticker on his blazer pocket that clearly stated: PHOTOGRAPHER - VIP.
"Yeah, this is IMA Robot," I replied casually, turning again to see the stage. I watched the rest of the set while he snapped pictures from over my shoulder. The last song ended with a bang and before the band was even off the stage the photographer tapped me. "What's the next band called?"
Again, I was facing this man that represented everything I've ever wanted. I was so close - I could snatch the sticker off his blazer and run wildly off into the crowd. He would never find me, not amongst the sea of small teenage girls with short black hair and cut up hoodies.
"Kill Hannah," I told him. Pause. Deep breath. Snatch-and-run? "Do you have an extra sticker?" I asked. Pussy.
He smiled a genuine smile and a soft chuckle escaped from his lips. "Who do you write for?"
Who do I write for? My online journal? No, that would never do. "Hofstra University," I answered.
He nodded. Was he impressed? Maybe. "Why don't you have your own sticker, then?"
For a second I didn't say anything. Then, "This was a last minute thing. You know how it is." Did he? Did he know? Had he ever considered stealing a sticker off of someone else's jacket and waving it triumphantly in the air as he sped past his peers, now better than them, above them somehow, as if this sticker was a sign of status? A sign of status...silly, but - wasn't it?
"Well, I might have an extra," he told me. "If you make out with me."
I hesitated, considering his offer. He might if I made out with him. He wasn't ugly - as a matter of fact, he was attractive. He was the type of guy that I would look twice at if I passed him on the street. But he was older, at least 27, and as much as I love making out, I didn't know this guy. I flushed and let out a girlish giggle. "My boyfriend would kill me." Boyfriend...?
He laughed. "Are you old enough to drink?"
"No. I'm nineteen."
"Oh."
"But, you know, if you want to buy me something, I won't stop you."
"Can't do that," He said with a wink.
Yeah. It was worth a try. "Well, I'm gonna go find my friends now," I told him halfheartedly, unable to tear my eyes from that sticker that I wanted so badly. "Good luck with your pictures."
"You too," he said, gesturing towards my camera. "Enjoy the show."
I let the crowd suck me in like a giant sponge and I eventually came across my friends. They were dancing, singing, laughing - no cameras, no VIP passes, but happy nonetheless. Sarah pulled me towards her and exclaimed, "Dance with me!"
I let my arms flail and my legs flew every which way. We danced blindly, wildly - all of us - not even hearing the music being played over the loudspeakers between sets. We laughed at ourselves until we couldn't breathe anymore and as I paused to take a break I saw the photographer loading film into his camera. He wasn't smiling. He couldn't dance. That VIP pass was holding him down, if anything.
"Dance, Lisa, dance!"
And I did. For the rest of the night.
on the way to the city to see the sounds
ima robot
kill hannah
the sounds
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(Anonymous)
2004-02-25 22:11
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I'm glad you didn't make out with a 27 year old man.
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(Anonymous)
2004-02-25 23:14
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holy fuck . . . number one your entry is awesome . . . super awesome writing . . . my god no wonder you want to write screne plays . . . and number two incredible pictures! . . . man . . . <3!! . . . last night was super fun!! . . . unbelievably so! . . . yay!! . . . <3!!!!!! . . . love you!!! . . . erica (Reply to this) (Thread) |
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(Anonymous)
2004-02-25 23:42
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I'm not sure if the people in those pictures could be any more emo. (Reply to this) (Thread) |
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(Anonymous)
2004-02-26 00:08
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listen to the bands . . . and don't make commnets when you have no idea what you're talking about (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread) |
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(Anonymous)
2004-02-26 09:58
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You should write a story for every entry, I enjoyed that a lot. Dinner Saturday?
Love,
Jason(Reply to this) (Thread) |
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(Anonymous)
2004-02-27 02:13
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yea...i definatly want to sell my ice cream in that picture or wish someone would adopt me...whatever, your recap is awesome and the pics are great! annd indeed, you might think it would be cool to date a 27 year old...but not one who has to bargain for make outs.
-matt the optimistic orphan(Reply to this) (Thread) |
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