Memoir - Week 8
“Can I be frank with you? I find you
really attractive”
Erin greeted what I’d said with a
smirking shyness and she thanked me, almost with disbelief at what had slipped from
my mouth. We kept chatting.
After another hour or so King ‘O’s crowd
began thinning out. At my suggestion, Erin, Carol and another uni friend of
Erin’s, Noni – I’ll call her – and I made our way across Northbourne Avenue to
where some other clubs were located. I’d decided that King’O’s had run its
course for the night, that another club would keep the magic going. At least
the magic between Erin and me. As long as the night didn’t end I was still
spending time with Erin, then the spell remained unbroken.
Shortly after 1.30am, we were all on
the dance floor of Insomnia. I couldn’t keep my mind off Erin and embarrassingly
it gave me two left feet.
When it came time to leave Insomnia,
I’d told Erin I wanted to take her for a coffee and get something to eat before
dropping her back at the uni residences. She was happy to, and I sensed Erin
was feeling the same as me. I felt I’d always known this person. I felt their
genuineness, that spending time with this person was so natural.
As much as I enjoyed meeting
everyone, I’d been hanging out to be alone with Erin. I stopped feeling the almost
winter’s cold nipping my flesh. The heat of a hot summer’s night would have
gone just as unnoticed – senses, feelings, perceptions, thought, the very flow
of blood – everything was about Erin now. We’d been enjoying warm delicate
kisses inside Insomnia and were now connected by pressing palms and cradling
fingers as we walked the short distance to my car.
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