sweet tooth revisited

I put on my coat as he rang me and put on my shoes. I reached into my pockets to find a small paper, a flyer, simply decorated with a drawing of a smiling tooth and petite human figures dancing around it, eating candy. Sweet Tooth it read, along with an address and phone number. I had gotten it at the rave the previous weekend, my first rave, it had been passed out to everyone attending.

I stuffed the white advertisement back into my pocket and ran downstairs to meet Erik as his phone call meant he was near my house. He lived all the way in Bellevue, but he always got to my house very quickly.

He opened the car door for me, always acting way too nice, I was afraid it was an act and he secretly wanted to rape me. I sat inside the car and so did he. Erik always did this thing, placing his arm across my shoulders, and holding my right arm joint with his right hand, it drove me crazy, like I was an arm rest. I couldn't rightly tell him not to, worried it would make me appear prudish and uptight. Men always find creative ways to playfully break the touch barrier and it's usually really annoying and desperate to me. I'd like to meet more bold men.

This time he drove me back to Bellevue and we went shopping. He bought me something from BCBG Max Azria, I don't remember what it was, but it was overpriced and showy, like most of the articles at that shop. We had dinner somewhere and I mentioned the rave to him. I told him I hadn't intended on going, but I found the flyer in my pocket before meeting him. I asked him if he wanted to go, knowing he would say no. I continued to act like I wanted him to come with me, pleading, and telling him it would be no fun without him. I let up the begging after I felt I had satisfactorily polished his ego.

He asked me where it was, and I told him it was on Capitol Hill and it started at 9. He offered me a ride to the venue, but said he wouldn't go, sorry. Yes! Now I wouldn't have to take the bus, score! But I was relentless. As we got our bill for dinner, I did the whole dig-through-my-purse-pretending-to-want-to-pay act, but took it a step further. When he told me he wanted to pay, I thanked him but expressed shock at the fact that I left my wallet at home. Granted, my wallet was in my purse, but this guy was ready and willing to do anything to gain my fancy.

Before I even got the chance to make the transition to paying for the rave's cover charge he asked, "So how will you get into the rave?"
"I don't know! Erik, this sucks! I need to buy E too! I need to go home probably."
"Hey don't worry about it, I'll lend you the cash, how much is it?"
"Really?? Oh you don't have to, I can just go home."
"No really it's fine. How much does it cost to get in? I don't want you to stay home all night."
"Well... it's 20 dollars... plus I need ecstasy, that's 10 dollars a pill... I can't take your money."
"Here, take 40, are two pills enough?"
"I'll manage, maybe one of my friends can hook me up. Thanks so much!"
"We better get going, it's almost 9 anyway."

I was honestly surprised at how well it went. The cover charge for the rave was 15 dollars, and I was getting ~2 pills for 10 bucks at the time. Double-score!

He took me to the venue and was concerned about dropping me off. He looked at all the ravers waiting outside.
"Are you sure you are going to be alright?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine silly! Thanks a lot for the ride, I'll pay you back later."
"Hey seriously if you need a ride home or anything, call me. I don't want you to get in trouble." (The cops did come to that rave, actually).
Triple-score!
"Well the rave ends at 4 am, I can just catch the first bus."
"What at 6? No, just call me, I'll come over and take you home."
"Okay maybe I will! But I think I'll be fine!"

You better believe he drove me (and two of my friends) home that night.

I never saw him again.

second rave i went to