I met a girl a while back. She was dancing kinda awkwardly in a nightclub filled with drug users and wanna be strippers. I myself am not a drug user or a wanna be stripper, but go to such places because I enjoy dancing like a Wildman and people watching. At the time I saw her I was preforming the later whilst sitting atop a massive speaker boom box type thing, watching my friend (who is a girl) dance like crazy up on and around this normal looking blonde, who looked as out of place as she did confused by my friends actions. After approximately eighteen seconds of this, the blonde walked away and sat alone on a bench by the wall.

Normally I make a point about never meeting people anywhere ever for any reason, but this girl was so out of place that I couldn't stop myself. I made my way across the dance floor through a flurry of pill popping floozies, freaks whose sex was creepily ambiguous, and past one behemoth that looked like a white hulk with glasses. I sat next to her on the bench, where conveniently my party of comrades was awaiting me. I didn't say anything for quite some time, my courage isn't really that high during times like these. I did however make eye contact, and this seemed like enough of a reason to dive head first into the situation.

"You don't really look like you belong here" I said, immediately regretting my word choice. "But I mean that in a good way, these people are all very strange. I mean to say, you look normal"

By the end of my sentence I felt so far away from normal that if she had just turned the other way and ignored me I wouldn't have held it against her.

"Yeah, my sister brought me out. I haven't been out in forever"

I got a response on the first try that wasn't "get the hell away from me" or "I have a boyfriend"

"Well why haven't you been out?" I asked over the dub-step music, with hope welling up inside me.

"I have a kid." She paused, possibly gaging my reaction. "So I don't get out much"

"Well that's nice of her to do that for you. I only ever come here when my friends make me-"

At that moment the white hulk with glasses came over, and gave me a look that said "I could kill you if I wanted to", I smiled. He then said something to the blonde, she relied and then he sat down next to her on the side opposite me.

"that's my sisters boyfriend"

I was now slightly afraid, and happy. Afraid that he might kill me if I made the wrong move, but happy in the knowledge that I knew I wasn't going to make a wrong move. She then said something about why he was so hulk like, but I kinda missed that due to my internal dialogue about how happy I was that she didn't sick him on me to send me away.

"Ah, cool" I responded, hoping that my generic interchangeable conversation retort was applicable to the situation.

"I just realized I haven't introduced myself" I said lifting my right hand in order to perform the socially acceptable ritual of shaking hands "I'm Blake"

"Shari" she took my hand and gave it a light but friendly shake.

We proceeded to chat for a few minutes about irrelevant issues, until her twin sister tapped her on the shoulder and said something to her.

"Oh, well we're leaving" she paused again, gaging my reaction for a second time.

"Oh…" I said limply, knowing that I had to nut up again and do the second hardest thing about meeting a random girl. "Could I call you sometime?"

She didn't look displeased with my question.

"Sure"

I forget what I did next, I gave her my number in a silly and completely random way or something. I was nervous. Either way she walked away with my number, and I sat there with hers. I smiled the rest of the night, and thought the whole way back home of how I was going to text her, or call her. It was nice, I was happy.

We talked a few times after that night, I got to know her a little more, and we even went out on a date. At the end of the date I got an awesome hug, and drove off in my car. I forget who called who, but as I was driving home we ended up talking on the phone. We even mentioned something about going out again sometime.

We never spoke to each other again.

My ex came back into my life. We had been together for years, and I had been in love with her. I made a choice to be with my ex, and I never called Shari. Shari also never called me. I don't know what happened after that with her. I know that a few months later my ex left me because she thought I was cheating on her, and I missed out on Shari.

I sent a text apologizing to Shari, and even a message on Facebook. I didn't expect her to call me up, or to be cool with what had happened. I just wanted her to know that I was sorry for my actions.

I've done stupid stuff in my life. Basically after I turned nineteen my life has been a series of stupid mistakes. Though I don't regret the majority of the stupid things I've done, I do regret that I didn't call Shari.

She was a really cool person.