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I excuse myself to use the ladies' room and Marc is going to grab a round of drinks. Lauren is too busy with Jack to notice I leave. On my way to the bathroom, I swear the feeling that someone is watching me intensifies. I try to shake the feeling off. When I get back to the booth, Marc is nowhere to be seen. Strange. I ask Lauren and Jack, but they haven’t seen him. Jack excuses himself to go find his friend. This is not the first time I’ve talked to a man and he’s left without a word of goodbye.
Lauren and I are finishing off our drinks, and she is telling me all about Jack, in my eyes he’s a prick too because all he has done is talk about himself and how amazing he is, not once has he asked about Lauren. If he had, he would be intimidated by her. She has a powerful career and is very smart. I don’t know why but some men don’t dig that. But poor Lauren can’t see past his good looks and doesn’t care. About ten minutes have passed and Jack hasn’t returned, so I say to Lauren we should head on to the club, it’s half past ten so it should start to have people going in. She agrees as her heart is broken that Jack left and didn’t even say goodbye. So, my point still stands, he’s a prick. It’s nothing another glass of pink gin and white won't fix.
We walk around to Twenty-Two Dublin night club. It is always busy a little bit later in the night. We get in early, as there is no queue yet, it’s about midnight when the queue picks up, but that’s because this club stays open till three in the morning. It’s the only one in Dublin, the rest close at one. It’s dark in here and the bass of the music vibrates through your body. There are plenty of high tables and stools that are still free, so I nab one, and get a bartender to grab our drinks.
As I scan the club, I swear I see Cahill’s blue eyes, it must be my mind playing tricks on me. How much have I had to drink?
Lauren has spotted her next victim for the night. Poor lad doesn’t have chance against her. He walks straight to us and totally ignores me. He only has eyes for Lauren. Our drinks finally arrive. I keep looking around in case I see his eyes again. I do still feel like somebody is watching me. No more drinks for me I’ve decided, I need to drink water from now on.
Lauren goes for a dance with the lad, I’m not sure of his name, I can’t really hear her over the music, but I will know his name tomorrow when she fills me in on everything. Lucky me. While I am sitting at the table, I see a man walk over to me. He’s tall, with blond hair, and has a shy smile. He comes up to the table and is trying to talk to me, but I can’t hear him very well over the music, so I just smile back and nod my head. He takes my hand and leads me to the dance floor, he is a very confident lad, and I follow.
When we get on the dance floor his hands go to my hips as we dance, but all I can think about is if Cahill dances like this? I don’t even know Cahill. I spoke two words to him, and he has this effect on me? It must be the drink. I spin around in this man’s arms to dance with my back to his chest. I just start to spin, when I get bumped into and stumble forward a little but catch my feet in time, so I don’t go splat on the floor.
I turn around to face the man who brought me out onto the dancefloor, but he’s nowhere to be seen. Not twice in one night! There must be something wrong with me, because this is a new record. I walk back through the bodies on the dance floor to find Lauren. I walk up to her and shout in her ear that I’m going to head home, my feet are killing me, and I’m tired from a busy week at work, but want her to stay here with this dude. She is having fun, and I don’t want to ruin that for her. She ends up staying after I spend a few minutes to convince her I’m fine.
I walk out the exit to signal for an Uber. As I stand by the doors the bouncer starts to talk to me. Must be a quiet night, or he just fancies a chat. We stand there and talk about the weather, how busy it is tonight, and dentistry, because when a stranger finds out you work in a dental practice, they want to show you their teeth and see what you think can be done, even though I’m not a dentist. I only need to suffer our conversation for a few minutes because my Uber has arrived, thank the lord for small mercies.
I scroll through my phone, order some books to my kindle unlimited, and before I know it, I’m home. My mam texted to say have a good night, and she will call me tomorrow, that’s something to look forward to. As I walk through the door to the apartment block, I feel eyes on me, and am nearly one hundred percent sure I saw someone, but I’ve had a few drinks so it’s more than likely my imagination.
I shake it off and head on into my apartment.
I stick the kettle on and head to the bathroom to take my make-up off, contacts out, put my glasses on, scrape my hair into messy bun, and put on my pyjamas. As I make my cuppa I keep thinking about Cahill. What did he do tonight? Does he have a girlfriend? What type of woman does he like? What does he do for a living? What age is he? I think he is thirty. I wonder if he’s an alpha male. Is he possessive of his woman? Would he fight for her and protect her? Does he worship her body with his every night? Does he push her up against a wall every free second and kiss her with passion like it might be the last time. A girl can wonder and make herself a little story in own head. I read too much, and I’m drunk. I think it’s bedtime for me, but hopefully I can sneak in a chapter or two of Santiago before my eyes close. I might be able to dream of Mr. Hottie Cahill tonight because every other man ran away from me tonight. I’m sure Cahill would leave too if he ever got to know me. There’s got to be something wrong with me.
