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Episode 10 · 1 year ago

And the Beat Goes On

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Is the club the right place to DTR, or is Noah asking for trouble?

Seyet and things are actually goingreally well here, I wedge my phone between my ear and my shoulders. Icrack open a beer from the fridge I am still talking to my brother,noatthe craky nowhnomason's voice is practicallydripping with thisbelief and honestly. I can't blame him against all odds.Things are going well here, no matter how determined I was to have a horribletime, avery funny. I believe it or not. I'm learning a lot in the program thatI think can really help get this brewery off the ground. I finallyfigured out how Tan navigate the subway- and you know it turns out the peoplehere are't. So bad basin clicks his tongue. Okay, I get it out, so I I no. I haven't, met anyone or anythinglike that. I take my phone in my hand and walk back into my bedroom. Damn itI should have known mason always did see right through me,O shit, Noah who's, the girl fuck. I haven't mentioned ingrid to anyone backhome since I first ran into her honestly. I wasn't sure if I'd ever seeher again, the building is huge and I'm only there a few days a week so believeit or not. I never see her when I'm there, but then we slept together and sincethen it's all happened. Pretty fast one hook up turned into a standing,invite to her place every night after work and for the most part, spend thehighlight of my time here. As long as you don't count the ego damagingincident where she fell asleep. While I was going down on her ndeven that might have been worth itfor the role playing opportunities, her little mister bloom slip up is provided I never thought I'd be into the hot forteacher stuff turns out. I really am,...

...but Mason doesn't need to know thatpart of the equation- I'd never live it down. Um Well ran into ingrd wheeler,pretty soon after I got here dealer Mason laughs in disbelief. Itotally forgotten about her nickname. Somehow the new ingred has totallyovershadowed it. I wouldn't put it that way, but we'vebeen hanging out Wi some yeah El look at my little brother. Finally, gettingsome real honesto God Red Bot, an American action e Sett up that once andfor all she's snacging, the bedroom asshe, was in the classroom by MasonI'll talk to you later. No, I hang up before he can get another word infucking figures. I should have known he'd be weird and stupid about it. Atthe same time, I can't help but wonder if I'm being weird and stupid about ittoo, it's not like. I never had casual sex back home. I know damn well owthese things work, but because of how well and how long Ingrad and I haveknown each other- nothing about this- feels casual. It seems insane to bethinking about commitment when I'm the one who'll be hauling ass back toIndiana d, just a handful of weeks, but the thought of leading here and neverseeing Ingr. It again feels even crazier still any time we get evenclose to talking about the future. One of US picks a fight about something andinstead of dealing with what's happening between us, we just yell ateach other and move on, probably not the best solution. In the world, but,let's just say, I've developed a healthy appetite for Makeupsex, my phone dings next to me on the bed.It's ingred, letting me know she's on her way. I Sigh throwing myself back on the bed.Despite all my hesitations, Bau and Clio, convinced us to join them at somenightclub, they've been dying to go to and listen. I like night life just asmuch as any other twenty something American Mal, but me in dancing, not agood mix plus who wants to shell out ten bucks for a shitty draft beerdowning the rest of my not chitty beer.

I give myself a pet talk to just buckthe fuck up and pull through for ingred tonight. What else am I going to dostay here in the shitty apartment and finish ha six back all by myself. I'dlike to do my best to save the sad middle aged alcoholic act for when I'mactually sad and middle aged. I pull on a pair of jeans and rifle through mymake shift closet for a shirt. After a few seconds. I quickly come across ashort sleeve button down. My mom got me last Christmas. After watching twoseasons of Queer Eye, I give it a sniff, shrug and slide it over my armssurprised by my own reflection in the mirror. Instead of the usualuncomfortable out of place, hoger there's a well dressed, confident, cityboy, staring back at me and I'd be lying. If I said I wasn't into itgiving my reflection a Corny wink, I stuffed my phone keys and wallet intomy back pockets and start making my way to the subway ingrid might be taking acar to the club, but I'm still strictly on a public transportation budget. Itonly took a few weeks to get used to the ever present smell of pis in theoccasional rat siting half an hour later, I'm coming up outof the subway, my phone blows up when I'm back in service, it's ingered andby the looks of it. She's already had a few drinks. Where are you oo we're doing shotswithout you hurry up and skirt her? I smile at theuncharacteristic, Typos and shake my head. Some guys might find these kindsof messages annoying, but I think they're freguint adorable wedgedbetween a barber and a real estate office. The club looks like any otherbuilding in New York. A couple of old brick walls lining a large black doorwith some buff board, looking dude standing in front of it. He checks myID gives me a haphazard onceover and opens the door nodding me inside now, I've been to plenty of bars. SinceI came to New York, and I thought they were all pretty cool, but this placelike something out of a spy movieg. Two...

...huge gold chandeliers, hang over thedance floor, their old fashioned bolts, giving off a warm hazy clot a longmirrored bar raps around the back wall lind with some of the nicest alcoholI've seen in one place and a while. The DJ booth is surrounded and fog, withmulti colore lights, sitting the walls and dance Forit, giving the Sea ofpeople bobbing to the beat an other worldly blow. I've never been anywherelike this, and I got to say it's way. Cooler than I was expecting. I shootIngrt attects to let her know I'm here and get to work milling through thecrowd to try and find her. How am I supposed to locate her in this place?The deeper I plunge into the pack Dans for the less likely it seems just as Ifinally pushed past a group of women in matching skin tipe metalic dresses,someone grasbs my upper arm and snakes their hand around my waist, my stomachsinks. This was my biggest fear. My hunt for ingred that some random womanwould see me and try to make me dance and I'd have to wiggle my way out of itwithout offending her or looking like a total duch bag. I turn around an excusealready forming on my lips, but him shocked, speechless by what I find it'sangry, but a different version of her she's wearing a skin tight black dressis thin scraps just rarely holding it all up her copper brown waves or pulledinto a ponytail high on her head and every time a strobe light flashes on us.I notice the gold glitter covering her eyelids. She always looks sexy bit this. This is like a whole other level. Youmade it Ingard, wraps her arms around my shoulders and sways a little to themusic I'm giving her another onceover. As I hold her waist, you lookincredible. She shakes her head and touches her ear.I lean down placing my lips next to her ear, letting my hands wander around tothe small. Over back, you look bucking incredible. She giggles into my ear herlips, brushing my skin and she brings...

...her body closer to mind her hips movingin time with the music. I faltered for a moment suddenly self conscious aboutmy sad excuse for dance, moods, ingard quickly, picks up on mydiscomfort. She pulls back and gives me a sultry smile, her eyelid's heavy, herfingertips running up my neck to the base of my skull lead. She hooks one arm around my neck,leaning, some of her weight on me for support her hips meeting mine as sherocks us to the beat, to my complete surprise, I'm able to easily minice hermovements and soon what I look like and whether I'm making a fool of myself orthe absolute glast thengs. On my mind, all I can think about ihow hot, an heris and what it would take to find some were private Ho we can do all thethings this kind of dancing makes me want. I couldn't tell you how long anddancing before Cleo and Beau arrived out of nowhere shouting and dancingharder when they see us they're, dressed more eccentrically than I wouldhave guessed Hor a couple of New Yorkers out in the town, but hey nofashion expert, those wearing tight black pants with a black shirt, abuttoned practically to his belly button. A single gold cross hangingaround his neck Clio, on the other hand, is wearing levered print like shorts,with a black mash crop top the same gold glitter on her eyelids as ingratethey're. Quite the odd couple standing next to each other, but in the Sea ofECLECTIC people they hardly stand out ingerd and I reluctantly pry ourselvesaway from each other to greet them, giving each other a look. That makes itclear we're nowhere near finished, hey farm boy, you made it both rose hishands up in the air before clapping me on the back clio pulls away from herhub withingrid, raising her voice over the music. Is it his place? Amazing,it's pretty awesome. I can't believe I've never been here as she chimes iningrod slips her arm around my waist. I can't help but be hyper aware. Everytime we touch- and I put my arm around...

...her shoulders in response she smiles upat me and I leand down to kiss her. The whole interaction feels so natural andeasy. I almost forget how new this all is when we part we find clio staring at uswith her eyebrows raised her lips downturned in an amused. Mock surprised,face, okay, you too, I seeou. I see I can practically feel Ingard blushingbeside me, but far from embarrassment. All I feel is pride, I'm glad cliocesus. I want the whole fucking world. This is because whatever's happeninghere is two mind blowing to just let it pass by unnoticed. Do you guys havedrinks? Yet bow's head has already turned to scan the bar okay, fine, Iguess he's not one to notice Thi ship weet in a couple of shots before you'velways got here farm boy- I don't even Bristle at the nickname, not even Bos.Doochiness can touch where I'm at right. Now I give Ingeret a sidelong glance.I've been a little busy. She gently pushes my chest: Don't get a drink. IveGot Cleo to keep me company and I follow bow to the bar taking stock ofthe silver metallic flex in his shirt. Things have been kind of strainedbetween us since our little confrontation, but at the end of theday, I'm out of here soon enough. I couldn't give a shit about what somepretty city boy thinks about me when we sidle up to the bar, he waves his handat the bartender, double Vodcocoqe foking figures and you four roses. NEAT.She nods and scurries away to make our drinks bough arches a Browin curbinVodgun coke. He shrugs turning his attention to a couple of sequin clad,ladies down the way his gaze lingering a little too long on their backside. Ifyou askf me, have a nice night Bo clapps me on the shoulder and strollsover to them. Whatever his opening line is, it must work for him often becausethe two women laugh and are immediately sucked into with bullship I just owCleo nows, the kind of guy sh deal...

...that'ld be small dallar. The bartenderis leaning her elbows on the silver surface and giving me an expectantsmile. Well, Jesus, okay. I set it twenty on the bar and take a sip of mydrink, the bar tender nods and takes the build of the register, but she'sambushed by a gaggle of girls shouting for vagas bonds before she can evenopen the cash drower looks like I can kiss my change goodbye. I turn to makemy way back across the dance floor, just as the crowd parts perfectlyaround ingritting Plio, spinning each other around and vigorously shimmingtowards one another. When ingred catches me watching she winks andcrooks her finger beckoning me over how in the hell, though, I say no to that, I down the rest of my drink and walkover cutting into dance behind my date. It's a world away from the last time wedanced together ten years ago to that old bell of Antebellumsong that playedmore than once and turnabout. Although I was a bit more in my element toostepping in a high school gym than I am bumping and grinding or whatever thehell they call this, but the feeling of Ingert's hips swaing beneath my fingerss downright hynnotic. I tigten my grip of it pressing a kiss into her neck aswe moved together in a perfect Rytr even over the pulsing music. I can hearthe unmistakable guilt in her voice when she asks Clio Clio rolls her eyes, probably chasingsome other girl, I'm still adjusting to this whole non monogomy thing. I needto find a new dance partner for a new boyfriend. Suddenly, both CLEO andingerds dancing slows to a halt. He's not my boyfriend. We're just a thing isthat different, the two of them exchanged looks as though I'm a childwho just used a swear word Jesus. Does the terminology really matter that much anyon need another drink, she's?Clearly looking for an out, but when we shake our heads, she disappears intothe throng around the bar anyway. Dad I do something wrong. I try to read thelook on Ingett's face ut. I come up...

...blank, it's fine, let's just drop itClelan Bos, nonexclusive stuff its just. She slides her arms around my shouldersand start shifting her hips again, but something in her eyes as changed. Herhead is entirely with Clio. Okay, I can Sav this leaning him closer til. MyLips are flirting with her ear. I let my hands bencher lower on her back goodthing. Mister Bloo was only accepting one student at a time she flinches awayfrom my touch, Knok it off noawhat off. I told you to drop the non monogamyconversation. I just wanted you to know that I'm not like that. I don't want anopen relationship. INGERT's laugh is cold. Cutting through the thumping club,music. Even a relationship noashipi have thebacktrack. It's not what I meant. I mean I'm not a non MONOGAMIS, I'm notlike Bau this time. Her laugh is Moreofa, wicked scoff, no Shit Farm Blan. Don't call me that from the same town, a town I leftbecause I'm not tied down not to there and not to you, I pull away and stopdancing shaking my head really angried you're, flucking Unbelievabley. Youknow that what it's true you're, leaving soon and it'd, be stupid tothink that think what? If there's something real between US Jesus Christ?Now A liften to yourself? No, you listen a year or so we've been hookingup nonstop for the past month. You invited me here tonight, just like youinvitto me over every night this week. Don't even try to pretend you don'thave any kind of real feelings. For me she takes a stepback, that's the kindof thing, desperate guys say when they're trying to trick you intostaying with them. COMEON INRID: Don't do that? Don't shut me out not now Istepd toward her, but she leaves away from me pushing through the crowd at animpressive speed, angrey ma, but she...

...just keeps walking all the way to theheavy metal exit door shoving it open and letting it swing behind her. Ifollow her outside and she turns on her heel. Suddenly, in my face her eyes,welling up with tears. Stop following me. Just go. Ok, go find some lonelygirl. You can compare bleeding hearts with what I'm not doing that. I came here for youto dance with you, I'm not interested in anyone else. I went into this nightwith no expectations and just ended up wanting to show you off t everyone withan airshot. What do you think that means she crosses her arms and shakesher head hat? You come from a community that prioritizes commitment andmonogamy that has trained you to see any woman. You even remotely connectwith as your property, my property, the really what you thinkof me. I stare at her and disbelief searching her face for an answer. Sheshrugs and sniffles. DABBING at the corners of her eyes, with the back ofher hand, you and I we come from the same community- whether you like it ornot. Treatin me, like some backwoods, closesminded Hick, won't change that no, I no you can save it right. I I gotta get out of here get homesafefingeret before she can answer. I turn and start walking quickly toward thecorner. My mind reeling from what she just said. I can't fucking believe her, but all things considered, I guess Ishould have known ten weeks. Turnabout is written byAmelia jrose produced by concentral, creating steamy feminist first romancefor Riot Gir, special thanks to baby money and the down payments for the useof our themesell o boy head sound engineer, John Mc Neal, mixing byspiral like creatives mastering by Edin Gavlora, follow US canent to a pod oninstagram and follow at Vinoa bloon and...

...at the Inger Deeler to watch this Lovstory play out on your instrtent feet. Thisepisode was performed by AlisonBrochad Avis, Don RJCO NODIAPELATA and Danny Hora Sahgchodj Vig, ForhecinClubay.

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