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thechroniclesofahotgirl · 1 year

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New Moon New Me

New Moon New ME.

Welcome back to the third installment of The Chronicles of a Hot Girl.

I started the week as I always did. I woke up. I had some existential dread. I went to bed.

After firing pretty much everyone involved with my show I took a little time off to center and refocus.

I took only Monday and Tuesday to blow off a little steam and catch up on sleep. By Wednesday we were back at it again (no white vans though.)

With an appointment with my Psychiatrist on the books (which did me no good at all as Adderall is on backorder basically everywhere) I made my way to the bank to deposit some cash.

While I was there I figured now is as good a time as any to set up the bank account for my LLC. I even changed my car insurance to a way cheaper brand so I could save a little money.

With my finances in order I headed back home to prepare for my Telehealth appointment.

Now this wouldn’t be a hot girl chronicle if there were not some hot girl shenanigans. SO OFC the new psychiatrist was someone on Bumble maybe I would have passed on. However, here at the telehealth appointment, I felt myself get nervous as I talked about my self pleasuring habits. (yes even hot girls masturbate)

Normally this part of the conversation didn’t bother me, but I couldn’t help but wonder if my comments got him a little curious too.

He didn’t matter much though because doctors can’t sleep with their patients. Wa wha.

In my state of motivation, I did get online to begin my search for a new band.

An overall uneventful start to the week.

With Thursday bringing us into a new moon, something in the air must have shifted.

On Thursday at a book store by the university with my boss, I got a phone call that ushered in a new phase for a former employer of mine.

A potential class action for sexual harassment.

I guess I had all the right experiences for the EEOC to take action not only on behalf of the girl who made the original complaint but for a whole class of people who worked for the same people.

More on that later.

Later that night I joined up with the same friend as the week before to hit the country bar on the outskirts of town for a little line dancing.

We really did have a great time. The dancing and the music were great, but there wasn’t much here in the way of Hot Girls getting their Hot Girl on.

It was hard to believe that environments like that were where I used to find mates of sorts.

Friday the 19th was the new moon in Taurus. A time to let the universe know that I was ready to take on all it had to offer me.

You want to know what this mother fucker sent me?

Well, I had gathered a couple friends of mine to come to help me get content for a 7th Ave bar. The theme was Pirates. Here in this Shmity TM* (a city that behaves like a small town) we fucking love pirates.

It was at the Pirate Bar on 7th Ave that I had the strangest experience.

In a skin-tight black halter dress and black babydoll strap peep toes, I made a full strut to the stage to sing a little diddly called “Hell on Heels” which I not only thought was fitting, but also that I killlllled.

From the stage, I scanned the crowd for the most eligible bachelors and bachelorettes.

Mostly unimpressed, I sang my song, gave my thanks, and made my way back to the table. We had chosen a high-top table in the back that we shared with a few other unrelated groups of people.

Sitting at the end of the table, I became all too aware of a very drunk man staring at me.

He was about 6 feet away at the table in front of ours. He stood at no more than five foot five maybe. A round man in Jesus sandals and a floral button-up. The lights weren’t really on behind his glossy bloodshot eyes.

How did I know what his eyes look like you ask?

Well, that is because that strange and drunk little man stepped out of his sandals and stumbled over to my table. He took a seat as if my acknowledgment of his staring was an invitation.

In an attempt to alert his friend group to their missing passenger, I unwittingly invited a second man to our table.

The second man also grabbed a chair and took a seat between me and 7th Ave Jesus.

“What made you want to call me over?” He asked

His breath probably could have started a small fire in the right conditions.

He was tall and had to be at least six foot five inches, he had a ridiculous mustache, floral shirt, sneakers, and blue eyes.

His eyes though less bloodshot and glossy, were still inebriated.

“Well, I called you over to remove your friend. His shoes by the way are over at your table.” I retorted as I pointed out not only his barefoot friend but also where he had stepped out of his well-worn sandals.

The taller bachelor reached over to grab the nasty sandals and handed them to his significantly more intoxicated friend.

I ignored the little one as he continued his drunken staring.

I really couldn’t blame him. Hot Girl is as Hot Girl does.

The taller man whose name was something perfectly normal, continued on with his conversation overlooking my comment which I thought would be the end of our exchange.

“I see, like your friend, you have taken my call for aid as an invitation.”

Blah blah blah

We talk a bit about what books we are reading and make a few recommendations. I warm up to him and realize he is objectively attractive. His floral Hawaiian shirt had the top few buttons undone and I could see a bit of his chest.

He asked where we were headed next.

After some light coordination, my friend and I took him and his friend on an adventure leaving the rest of the bachelor party they were with behind.

They were here from Canada for a bachelor party, so I wanted to give them a night they could take with them forever.

We started at the new wine and cheese bar where we were almost denied entry due to the friend in his Crocs.

(Why men go out without considering dressing well is beyond me)

Luckily the owner of the bar was a friend who owned another establishment a few door fronts down who happened to be walking in at the same time. He gave us the go-ahead against the dress code of the new establishment.

It was cool but loud.

The Canadian and I chatted. He told me about how he worked in medical sales back in Toronto and played hockey in his free time. He asked me questions about what made me who I was. It was all very polite.

Over a couple glasses of champagne and some very loud music we got to know each other. He had his arm around my waist and my free hand rested on his muscular shoulder.

Attempting to find an environment more conducive to talking, I lead the foursome down to the bar I worked at.

Here is where it gets interesting.

Some many shots and a few drinks later we the Canadian and I had started making out. It was 1 am at this point and I was feeling great.

Maybe a little too good because somehow, mid make out sesh, we completely lost our footing and fell over taking a few chairs down with us as we went.

A quick jump up from the ground though was not enough to cover up what we had done. Or the little bit of blood coming from a small gash on the bridge of his nose.

My favorite part was in the security camera footage, which I had coxed out of my manager the following morning, which was my coworker shaking his head at the whole scene.

Deciding that I had enough embarrassment for one establishment, we made our way on to the next place.

A nightclub, one of the oldest on the 7th, also had a dress code. (Those fucking Crocs again)

I looked one of the security guards dead in the face and said “Help a girl get laid.”

Maybe it was my heartfelt plea or maybe it was because I used to work there, but either way, they let us in. With my credit card whose balance I’m still scared to look at as I type this, I bought another round of shots as we waited for the elevator.

My efforts were for not though as we eventually trekked the 5 flights of stairs up to the rooftop. The only level out of 5 that I was willing to tolerate.

Already plenty lit we had even more shots and made out in the front corner looking at the strip of bars and clubs.

I was thankful for the fresh air and the breeze. Things got a little steamy on that rooftop.

The Canadian was stroking my side from my breast to my hip which was only made sexier by my lack of bra.

His big hands made my whole body feel petite and tingly as he grabbed me to pull me in closer while we locked lips and teased each other’s tongues.

Ready for more alcohol though I lead us back to the bar where I briefly checked my phone.

There were 3 unread messages from B. 1:11 am.

I slipped my phone back into my small pink vintage coach purse. (Vintage because I had it since 6th grade.) I opted for the man who spent the better part of the night buying me flowers from the strange man who pedals them and asked me everything there was to know about how my mind worked.

He was trying to get laid, but I sensed a level of severity in his interest that eased my guard just enough to tell him little things about myself that I doubt he remembers now. Mostly about therapy and why we were in it.

The bars and nightclubs around the strip had started to close up so we made our way out the street with no plan of where to go next.

Popping into one last establishment for an after-hours shot before reconnecting with our respective friends.

I found mine a few paces ahead of us. When I met up with her she had given me the impression she was ready for the night to be over.

So together we made a break for my boss’ condo a few blocks over leaving the boys in the dust.

I woke up Saturday morning on my boss’ couch with the kind of hangover that you know hasn’t fully set in yet.

Upon my return to my dwelling, I immediately showered, got back in bed, and reviewed the footage from the night before.

I finally opened B’s messages and replied at first with a simple “sry I was out, just got home.”

I wish I would have left it there, but as I do, I did not.

I went on to address something passive-aggressive he had said about a playlist I had made for him a while back.

He was upset I changed the name of the playlist and accused me of trying to guilt trip him.

I wasn’t. I just changed it from “playlist 50” made by me to the name of the first song I showed him that he got excited for.

Music was one of those things B and I shared that felt special to me. After consideration, it probably wasn’t ever special to him, but I didn’t let that affect me.

I didn’t have time to dwell on his emotional triggers though as I was now down to two hours until I had to leave my house and brave an entire brunch shift fighting the urge to regurgitate every shot and sip of champagne I had the night before.

I did exactly that too. I made it through the whole shift curating a telling of the events of the night before to each table or group that sat at the bar.

The Canadian really had his heart set on seeing me for a second night and even called me a couple times throughout the night. I, however, was already fast asleep in bed still wearing my falsies from the brunch shift I had just worked.

The Canadian tried Sunday morning, and then Sunday night, even into the wee hours of Monday morning to see me one more time.

I think you all know me just enough by now to know that I am a full send no-more than once a week kinda gal. If I even have the energy for that much.

Another victim of the Hot Girl comes and goes as a does a week.

Maybe soon I’ll take it another step forward with someone. Maybe I’ll even go on a proper date. Honestly, though, I am not looking for it. I’d rather have a date with the videographer to set up my show’s next steps.

Until the next cosmic shift, this has been an update in The Chronicles of a Hot Girl.

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saltyarcadedreamer · 8 months

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