making out

I drove home alone late last night tormented with a feeling of disquiet… Puzzling sensation it was, since nothing of any great import had gone on, really.

Oncoming headlights whizzed by as thoughts floated through my mind’s eye, replaying the few hours just passed and trying to explain the pit in my stomach.

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It had been, actually, a good night… to a point.

I went out to a club alone, and was greeted there by the smiles and open arms of a few friends. A while later, I found myself chatting with a couple, when a nice-looking man with a full head of greying hair approached and asked me to dance.

Nevermind that the song that was playing was the bane of my existence in high school (I won’t date myself by revealing its title), I happily accepted.