I sat late on a Friday night at the small bar I had known about long before I could even drink. I was new to New York City and thus I preferred to go out on Friday night to somewhere small, than go to a crowded club in the city on a Saturday. I was likely to get mugged or date-drug or something ridiculous. It felt weird to be sitting here, in this bar I had dreamed about. It was a lot like what I had heard: Dark, lots of Rock music, and cheap alcohol. I sat quietly on a bar stool with cheetah fabric over it, and only that stool, with a drink in my hand. I can’t really lie, I had come to this specific bar in hope of meeting someone I had only wished to ever be in the same room with. He owned this bar and from his blog it seemed he was here every night, but, maybe I was wrong. The bartender who was there asked if I wanted another drink and I nodded and went for my wallet as he left. It was so dark that I had to search for the right pocket where I put my cash. Just as I grasped a ten dollar bill, a unfamiliar male voice offered me my drink. I look up to see this male was the very male I had come to see. He was just as I thought he would look: Skinny jeans with a Led Zeplin belt-buckle, a black vest barely buttoned, and long rock star hair. I smiled, a small smile as to not seem weird, and handed him the money.
“No, no it’s on the house.” He waved my money away.
“Really? Thanks, uh but why?” I felt weird asking why, but I really didn’t understand.
“You’re a girl, alone at a bar, yet you’re not getting completely smashed and or whoring around with random guys lurking in the back. It’s a good thing, so I think you deserve a free drink.” I laughed, his humor was exactly as it was in his blog. He smiled.
“Well, I try.” I smiled and raised my glass slightly in a mock cheers and took a sip.
“I’ve never seen you here before, you new to the area?” I couldn’t believe he was starting a conversation with me.
“Uh, no I moved into the city like two years ago, but I just turned 21 this January, and honestly I’ve always wanted to come here.”
“You new about this place?” He seemed more surprised that I knew about this place previously then one would have thought.
“Yeah man, I’ve known about this place and you since I was 15. I read your blog all the time.”
“15? Really? Mhm, you must be a Gaga fan.” He looked at me. I had never felt ashamed of being a little monster, and I don’t really feel ashamed know. But I don’t really know where Gaga and him stand as of now.
“Yeah, I’m a little monster and I did find out about you through all that. But, I kind of found more stuff about you on my own. I probably for awhile read more about you than her. Granted you blog daily and she didn’t tweet that often.”
“You have a twitter?” I could tell he wanted to change the subject fast.
“Yeah, of course. Actually you follow me on twitter and facebook to actually. I’m…uh…” I giggled. “LadyGagaWife on twitter.” More nervous laughter. “But, my facebook and real name is Honor---“
“What! Honor…Don’t you always facebook me about how my blog helped you lose weight?”
“Yeah, I do! And I have tweeted you some interesting things.” I put my head on the counter and laughed even more nervously.
“Oh yeah? Like what?” He tapped his fingers on the counter and I looked up at his face.
“Well, at first, I didn’t like you at all. I tweeted you that---“ I took a deep breath, and tried to say this quickly. “---that if you hurt Gaga I would kick you so hard in the balls that they would recide into your body…” I grabbed my drink and looked up at the ceiling. There was a short silence before he burst into laughter. I liked his laugh, it was deep and manly, it was nice.
“Hey, you wanna go get some food?” I looked up, surprised at his question.
“At one in the morning? Is anything even open?”
“Yeah, this is New York, something is always open. I think there is this pizza place that’s always open just down the block.”
“Uh, sure, if you really want to go…” He laughed.
“Well, I asked you so I probably want to.”
“Well okay then!” I laughed and downed the last of my drink and met him at the door. This is more than I could ever imagine.
To be continued…..
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