Stall

Authors Note / Bonus Content

Here's that exact night, getting ready in my friends bathroom, wearing a dress I was super nervous about because I was a jeans and T-shirt kinda gal, know what I mean?

So, I meet him at a bar and I spend the night feeding him drinks every time he tried to talk because I was shitting bricks and didn't know what to do or say.

He was fairly well known, everyone seemed to know who he was and I didn't find out later he was actually the singer in a well known band in Melbourne back then, Plus, I guess he was just fairly popular in that crowd I guess.

Anyway, eventually we start walking back to his house and he hadn't tried anything all night but let's be honest I was still being an awkward rambling mess.

As we walked, I continued to word vomit from nerves until I was abrubtly cut off by him pushing me against a brick wall and kissing me.

Fast forward to getting to his place, he takes me inside and leads me upstairs to his room and when we get in there I notice something.

A large book case of VHS tapes.

I'm talking half a wall full, hundreds.

Thankfully these were just old movies... Or so I hope.

So then well you know, we erm... Well you know, one night stand and all.

I woke up the next morning, very sore and dazed; and thought to myself 'right, now it's the whole walk of shame thing. I just sneak out and get a taxi, this is what you see in the movies'

Unfortunately... He woke up, and offered (demanded) he drive me to the train station.

Again, my worst nightmare - what do you even say to say to someone the next day? What is post coitus chit chat with a stranger? I'm terrible at this!

So he drives me to the station, in uncomfortable silence and when we get there, I feel like it would only be polite to give him some money for fuel (gas) since he drove me there.

So. I do.

I pull cash out of my wallet and hand it to him, and watch him stare at me like I'm nuts, so then of course, I panic again.

Did he expect more money? I don't know how these things work.

All that I could do, was grab his hand - with an awkward handshake, say thank you and fucking leg it.

Unfortunately when I got to my friends house, and I told her everything that happened she pointed out I never told him why I gave him that money.

So if ya thought that chapter was embarrassing to read. TRY LIVING IT.

Fast forward again to three years later, I had moved to Melbourne and my boyfriend at the time was a body piercer at a tattoo studio and I hung out there occasionally.

One particular day, I was sitting out the front and got a text message on my phone and when I checked it... It was Mr. Dark and Mysterious from three years ago - the text message asked if I was sitting out the front of a tattoo studio.

I asked how he saw me and he said he lived just around the corner from the burger joint across the road.

I then got another text that asked me to 'come over'.

Unfortunately, I did not go over. But imagine if I did? Wouldn't that be an interesting story?

If you ever wondered what inspired Stall, there you go.

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I'd just like to say again, THANK YOU to every single one of you for making this story so fuckin special.

Appreciate the shit out of you, and that you enjoy my bullshit.