And just how did things get stranger? Well, about a third of my way back home - between 5:30 and 6 a.m. - I was approached by a girl on the street. I thought nothing of it at first, I know full well that by that time people are already making their way to their jobs, so I really didn't pay much attention to what she was saying. She seemed young, younger than me for sure, but certainly not a teenager. Maybe mid-twenties or so. And she was dressed, you know, just the regular way people who seem to be on the way to where they worked early in the morning are dressed. A woolen sweater, a coat on top of that because the night was cold, some blue jeans- just dressed normally.
But when she first started talking to me, I was listening to music, and I didn't catch anything she said. I then paused my music, and started listening to what she was saying. But it was like I had missed an important bit somewhere, because what she was saying wasn't making any sense to me. I apologised, and asked her to tell me again what she wanted to say from the beginning. Then I got it.
I mean, I got it as in I heard the words that were coming out from her mouth, but the words in and of themselves I just didn't get. I didn't get why. And let me tell you this was a pretty decent girl, quite presentable. Which made it all the more bizarre. So what she was telling me was that if I wanted to, I could go somewhere with her, and we could be together. Still feeling slightly askew from the club thing, I found myself wondering if, indeed, I had somehow become irresistible to all women. Of course I hadn't, she then said that she was 'affordable' and that she'd 'make it my while'.
That left me feeling so sad. I mean, I'll never - EVER - pay for sex, it's something I just don't get, and though I do realize that people do what they must to make ends meet, it still was heartbreaking to see this girl. I gently let her down and said no, and she went off into the night. God alone knows where she is now. As for me, I made my way back home - I was already beyond exhausted, and I still had a long way to go.
I crashed as soon as I got home, the hours spent dancing having left me completely spent. I woke up feeling strangely empty - like all the newfound enthusiasm I'd been feeling from the day before had ebbed away from me. This would lead me to a stupor I wouldn't emerge from for months. That night already felt like it was a dream, a fleeting moment whose memories seemed no more tangible than phantom gossamer strands.
I did not yet know it, but this firmly put me in the path to giving up everything.
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