First
off, let me just say I've had a difficult time writing (and rewriting)
this post through out the past few days. Most of the problem was just
simply finding a way to tell you (the reader) what had transpired at the
masquerade without revealing much sensitive information. Also, I am
highly suspicious that certain people will eventually discover this blog
post (unless by the time they found this post, I will have written at
least another 50 to 100 more, I hope) and will be upset (or not,
depending on who it is) at how I have worded all of this. Life, my
digital friends, is complicated. Moving on!
The
masquerade was, overall, an exciting, new experience for me. At times, I
felt uncomfortable, due to wearing wearing a suit and tie (it was a
very formal event, though I think all masquerades are. I'm just
more of a jeans-and-Tshirt kind of guy). Also, the plague mask (what I
wore for the event - pretty much had to be hand-made so I could wear my
glasses over the mask) got me too much attention (or at least it felt that way to me).
Anyhow,
as the night went on, talked to people, getting a brief picture of who
they are. Many, like myself, are upper-classmen, though many attended
different universities not my own. Furthermore, I was intrigued by
other's academic interests/studies, and I found the exchange of ideas to
be fascinating, even if the discussion itself wasn't comprehensible at
times. Also, there was dancing (which you already know, isn't my thing),
but I didn't mind too much this time around. The night, overall, was an
amazing blend of intelligent discussions couple with brief dances with
beautiful women.
At
the end of my stay, as my time there drew to a close, I bid farewell to
those I had the pleasure to speaking with in conversation. I had also
removed the plague mask - it felt nice to see again. After that, as I
was heading out the main entrance, I was stopped. I turned around and
saw that it was a lone woman, wearing an elegant beige and black dress.
She was petite, short, and (perhaps it was her jewelry and headress)
beautiful. Her mask accentuated her blue eyes all the more, and her
outfit allowed her pale complexion to be that much more outstanding. She
smiled, and I saw glints of metal attached to her teeth - braces.
"I've been stalking you, Sebastian..." she says playfully. "I've noticed you since the moment I saw you...I've been keeping an eye in you."
With
that, she extends a delicate hand towards me. She expected a handshake,
but instead (in a gentleman-like fashion), I kiss the back of her hand
softly. "I'm (for the sake of anonymity, let's call her Sophia - her
real name is just as lovely though). It's nice to meet you, Sebastian."
But there I was, dumbfounded and speechless. How do I respond to that?! It
was strange being told that I was being watched, especially from a
pretty lady like her. I stupidly told her it was nice to meet her also
and we went our separate paths - I went out the main door and she
returned to the party. My friends, who were with me when all this
transpired, told me to go back to her - a girl that hot (their words,
not mine) does not tell you that just to say hello. She wants the "D"
(again, their words).
They
had a point. There was an opportunity and I, like an Oakland Raiders
wide receiver, completely fumbled the chance to get her phone number. So
I rushed back, hoping to find Sophia quickly before I'd lose sight of
her.
It
didn't take much time to find her and exchanged our phone numbers. We
briefly discussed a day and time to call each other, and with that, I
returned to my friends, ready to go home. Exhausted, but happy.
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