Forget the Woods...

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Just find your local bar.


Ever since I became eligible to drink in the college town where I go to school, it wasn't something I was aching to do but nonetheless something fun through the nights of Thursday through Saturday.  Maybe even Sunday if it was early enough. While I don't consider myself a real 'let's go out and party and get wasted' kind of person, it's nice to kick back with an overpriced cosmo and shoot the shit as it were. But in my sober moments I look around and what do I see absolutely no guys from my college, many girls from my school and surrounding areas dressed like they are begging for some guys attention. Now don't get me wrong.


I am a shameless flirt.


I like turning on the charm especially if it means someone, or some guy will do something for me, and a lot of times guys can just be nice and chivalry is not necessarily dead. I also can tend to be an attention whore and like to meet new people. While I tempt these men with my come hither attitude, I really don't want anything to do with them afterwards except a quick convo and a free drink. But we all have that inclination towards wanting company, the thrill when someone pays attention to you and really seems to understand what you're saying. And after five drinks these qualities seem to come alive. Maybe that's what Red wanted, some company. Some attention. I don't like dressing in really low cut, skin baring outfits, but I don't necessarily come to bars in jeans and a t-shirt either. And that Red cloak and innocent visage might tempt anyone who would see her walking alone.


For some reason out of all the bars in town I have been let's just say 'accosted' in only this one bar. No other bar. I don't know if that's the so called wolfs den, but it is very weird. It is the only place that has a dance floor and what says attraction like a body shaking to a crappy mix by some DJ spilling out these moronic sex tunes. But I was not on the dancing floor when I met my wolf.


This wolf as I will title him was in a pack filled with douchebaggery. This one wolf kept going on and on about gorgeous I was when his girlfriend comes moments later and she happily introduces himself. My wolf was quiet, reserved, waiting, innocuous, watching the events of this meeting take place. I know we are discussing the Grimm Fairytale but I love Charles Perrault's moral to his version:


"Children, especially attractive, well bred young ladies, should never talk to strangers, for if they should do so, they may well provide dinner for a wolf. I say "wolf," but there are various kinds of wolves. There are also those who are charming, quiet, polite, unassuming, complacent, and sweet, who pursue young women at home and in the streets. And unfortunately, it is these gentle wolves who are the most dangerous ones of all."


And thus he weaved the most dangerous trap of all. Being kind, attentive, and engaging in the kind of conversation even my inebriated mind found attractive. He even didn't kiss me which is what I appreciated most of all. Because I hate kissing someone while only knowing them a short amount of time. Thus the exchange of numbers occured, and the next day even when all the smoke cleared I began texting him. We did this for three days. Now it was all very innocent, but he kept asking me 'what are you doing?' My answers were always homework, on my computer, pretty mundane. I started thinking after a while what answer does he want me to give, was he trying to get me to sext with him, saying I was doing naughty things. I didn't think our conversation had led in that direction. But the fruit of love is sweet and I kept eating until I finally saw his fangs. I couldn't find him on facebook, and he told me he couldn't find me. So what does he ask?


'Can you send a picture of yourself?'


I finally found the worm in my apple. He claimed he wanted to remember what I looked like, right because he has such a poor memory my face has faded from his mind. Uh huh. I was so disgusted by this. Nobody just asks for a photo, and I knew what kind of photo he wanted at least all the pieces seemed to fit. I even told him that made me uncomfortable. He didn't respond back. Until days later when he wanted to see me over the next weekend. I responded with the universal rejection notice of 'I'm busy' the fool didn't get it and even acted disappointed. Then I knew I had finally taken out my knife and cut that son of a bitch down to size. Then some weeks later a guy in his forties it seemed said he recognized me from the like three times I'd been at this same bar and proceeded to talk to me. I wasn't even dressed up I was in a thick sweater only meaning to talk to my friend that night. He even invited me to a wedding reception which I declined. My sister later told me 'there was no reception' as we giggled the gross course of events away.


The moral? Well don't let this ruin your fun, but I know now for sure you will not meet your soulmate in a bar. And to anyone who has power to you. Because while I like to be kind sometimes to get things I want, these wolves have the same ideas, and they excite in the prospect of drunk college girls. There are sick men in this world and sometimes they come in the kindest, sweetest packages. You can't blame Red for wanting to see and believe there is good in everyone. I know I do.


But I haven't been back to that bar since.


 


Perrault Quote:http://www.pitt.edu/~dash/perrault02.html

Created: Mar 26, 2012

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