When we wrapped up the skating portion of our night the girls told us
about a party that was going on in a town halfway home that we should
go check out. We decided to go and I drove us where the girl
indicated which was to a medical office complex with the lights all
off. It was starting to seem like this might be a more murdery kind
of party then I typically liked to go to. We could hear some music
and so we followed it down to a back entrance to the basement which
surprisingly opened onto a pretty lively party given the denuded
state of the parking lot. Well, there were some shenanigans going on
that were a little advanced for my little crew of Santaquin goodboys.
There were a couple of boys and girls engaged in a little coitus
almostus in one of the rooms close to the door. A little further on
was a room very well stocked with beer, wine coolers and intoxicating
spirits of all sorts which it was clear were free for the taking.
Some kids were laying on the floor in the end rooms in some sort of
stupor and I started to understand why my tragically lame idea of a
fun date might not have exactly excited these ladies who so clearly
ran in more worldly circles. At some point of us awkwardly milling
around trying not to engage in any of the proffered indulgences the
girl that had skated with me and that had kind of singled me out told
me that this party was being held in her dad's dental office basement
but that she was not really into the party scene and just let the
kids who wanted to get it started without her so that she could go on
the date with us. She said that she had more fun skating anyway. That
seemed really odd to me that a dentist would trust his daughter and
quite a few of her friends to have a party in his place of business
or at least under it. We sat around for a little bit longer when my
lady friend asked I wanted to dance with her. I said sure even though
I didn’t really understand what she had in mind because there was
nothing in the room we were siting in but one chair and the carpet we
were sitting on. She jumped up and got a boombox brought it in and
popped in a tape, turned off the lights so that it was very dark
except what little light was coming around the corner. We
slow-circle-hug danced really close for a song or two and I started
thinking that this was the point where it had to progress or get cut
off because I was getting bored. She evidently had more of a taste
for circle hugging and we kept on keeping on well passed where it was
interesting to me. I finally had to make some excuse to keep my
sanity and give it a little rest. When I had escaped for a minute I
pretended to go to the bathroom but that can only last a few seconds
without the implication of a shameful bowel movement so I had to head
back to my own personal slow dance hell. I declined her offer to
restart our dancing and offered a nice propped against the wall
cuddle instead because she seemed hesitant to segue into some real
making out. We sat in the dark for a bit before one of my friends
came in and said that he had to go. She gave me a rather chaste
goodbye kiss and we headed home a little more tired and a little more
happy then when we had left. I never saw that girl again.
