A Weekend in My Life
three nights, three looks
Thursday afternoon I’m scheduled to work through the weekend but I plan to go out the next three nights despite having to wake up early. My friends and I plan to go to a cute spot in West Hollywood called Harlowe to have drinks, dance, and see where the night takes us. We giddily text throughout the day to lock in what time we’re going to meet, etc.
10pm-ish I get to the bar first and order a Paloma while I wait for my friends. I text my homegirls to say that the spot is kind of quiet and one texts back that it’s early, assuring me it will pick up.
11:00pm She was right. The space is filling up and the music’s getting louder. We move from the bar to a table and eventually get up to dance.
12:25am I see I have a missed call from my homie, who I’ll call Steven. We met on Hinge two years ago but decided to just be friends after our first date. We’ve never hooked up but we have a habit of getting drunk and touchy with each other. I step outside to call him back and see what’s good.
12:50am He shows up very sauced and frisky. I’m not nearly as drunk but I know tonight’s the night something’s gonna go down between us.
We’re at the bar waiting to order and he stands close behind me, grabbing at my waist and nuzzling my neck. I can’t stop nervously laughing. I just can’t believe the time has finally come.
We each take a shot of tequila before heading back to my apartment. I warn Steve that if we have sex I might become obsessed with him. I’m half joking and half serious.
Friday 6am Steve is asleep next to me as I open my laptop and start working. Our sex was not bad for both of us being drunk! There were some very good moments, but I’m relieved that our friendship still feels intact and I’m not going to become dickmatized.
He’s quietly snoring as I type away on my device. It was really nice to fall asleep in his arms and I like the coziness of having him knocked out next to me while I work.
9:30am Steve has left and he sends me the sweetest follow-up text showing appreciation for our hookup 🥺
8:30pm I meet my friend at a Hollywood rooftop called Grandmaster. We plan on our night being just the two of us and we start at the bar with Palomas. Two guys to the left of us offer us their chairs but we decline.
9:00pm We FaceTime a third friend and convince her to pop out. Before she arrives we start chatting up the guys from earlier and join them where they’re sitting. They’re college friends from England who randomly bumped into each other after ten years of no communication 🤯
I find them relatively interesting but I’m not particularly attracted to either one. Drinks are flowing and the conversation is getting progressively better before our third friend arrives.
11:00pm Things are ramping up and we break off into side conversations. One of the guys — I’ll call him Ted — uses his head to gesture for me to come sit next to him. As we’re having a one-on-one exchange, to my surprise, I’m suddenly way more interested than I was a couple of hours earlier.
12:30am I learn that Ted is the sole provider for his family as he’s found success building tech companies. His British accent gives me intense flashbacks to dating Blake, which is a lot for me to digest, but it’s okay.
The ice is officially broken when Ted makes fun of my raucous laugh, imitating it and making me laugh even harder. He pulls me into him and it feels like I’ve known him forever. We lock eyes for a second before he starts kissing me as if we’re there all by ourselves. I actually love it.
1:00am He drives us to my apartment and as he’s parking his Tesla I tell him he can come upstairs but we’re not having sex. He says he just wants to kiss me. We’re both lying.
1:45am Candles lit. Music on. We’re naked on my bed having intensely satisfying sex. I’m so grateful for this experience.
2:30am He insists on ordering food. He asks me what I want to eat. “Sleep,” I say. Ted makes me commit to eating McDonald’s with him. I tell him he can order me fries.
3:00am We’re nearly asleep when the delivery guy knocks on my door. I have a couple of french fries and lie back down while Ted goes to town on chicken nuggets next to me. I close my eyes and listen to him chew. Surprisingly, I don’t find it one bit annoying. In fact, I’m almost in a state of bliss, cozily tucked in, awake but with my eyes shut, comforted by the warm body next to me. We fall asleep cuddling.
Saturday 7:15am I’m up, about to start work, but first we have more sex. It’s a bit rushed and not as satisfying as the night before, but it’s all good… I have a feeling I’ll be seeing more of him.
8:00am In bed with my laptop, Ted and I exchange Instagrams and sift through each other’s pages simultaneously. He points out a photo of me he likes and says “You look beautiful.” I laugh, noting the contrast between the picture and what I look like currently. He heads out and tells me he wants to see me in a week when he’s back from Dubai. I ask him to come out with me tonight but he says he needs to get ready for his trip. Bummer.
12:00am After two days in a row of partying and working, it takes me longer than expected to make it out to meet my friends at a spot in Ktown called Lock & Key. I show up and my friend comes out to meet me, using her connection with the bouncer to help me skip the line.
12:30am The club is packed and I need to catch up to everyone drink-wise so I order a cocktail and then a double shot of tequila. Dancing and drinking with my friends is so fun.
2:00am The club is closing and me and my friends are figuring out our next move. We head to my girl’s apartment up the street. As soon as we pull up I get a call from Ted asking me to meet up. I tell him I don’t know what we’re doing next and I don’t want to ditch my friends.
2:30am We’re getting settled and they tell me it’s cool to go get some dick, but when I call Ted he doesn’t answer. I’m pretty drunk so I have no discretion — I call and FaceTime several times before giving up. No dick for me tonight 🥀
3:00am My girls start rolling up and passing around a joint. I feel good — drunk, high, and happy with my last three nights.
