The only name she gave me was “Awesome”. I first meet her while the Klaxons were wrapping up there set. [Sic.] I was in the strange jet stream of people who are pushed along in a line from the back bar towards the stage that you find when the place is packed with kids ready to dance.
I saw an opening on the dance floor and turned a little to fill it and happened upon her and her friend standing there dancing to the last power cords of the Klaxons. My first words to her were “Have they been on long?” and as soon as I spoke the drums stopped and the tech crew came out to break down the stage. She smiled and laughed at me. We traded hellos like we knew each other but suddenly the whole dance floor was moving away from the stage and was dispersing throughout the club. She told me her name was Awesome and I told her she was cute
and that I would buy her a drink for the helpful information she gave me. She smiled and said yes but by the time I came back she was gone.

After the jump, the rest of the story, and a plea for tenderness.

I stood around drinking my two beers while the Electro House blasted and the stage was set for Soul Wax. I got a text from my friend that he was downstairs so I went. After a while I went to get another beer and I ran into the same two lovely ladies dancing with each other like they were the only two people on the dance floor that night. She quickly recognized me and said hello, I told her I bought her a drink but she walked away before I could give it to her. We go through all the regular bullshit chatter that comes when some one tells you her name is Awesome and she is confused why everyone comes up to me to take pictures of my shirt. She tells me about the seven tattoos she has and that her favorite one is the one on her chest. Soul Wax comes
on and the downstairs clears along with her and her friend. We make our way upstairs and we lose each other again in the crowd as we try to link with our friends. As Soul Wax ended I went to look for her again in the sea of people but couldn’t find her. Standing off to the corner I see her friend and ask her if Awesome was dating any one and she said no. So I gave her my number to give to her. I join the mob of people working its way towards the different parts of the club and run into her fighting her way against the crowd to meet her friend, I ask her for her number so I can take her out next weekend. All old school I get her to write her number down on a receipt from Café Lift which I fold up and put it in my pocket. We see each other again downstairs dancing to Surkin and go over the same “we are drunk at Making Time small talk bullshit” where I learn about her star and cassette tattoo. We dance some more she sees people she knows I see people I know and we separate. When the place was shutdown at 3 I went outside into the pouring rain to get a cab and while standing on the corner got drenched. The next morning when I woke up I pulled the piece of paper out of my jeans and the numbers were smudged from the rain. I placed it out to dry and waited two days which is normal. So last night I set about trying to call the three different number combinations but none of them worked.

So help me Philebrity, post this message about me you’re my only hope to try and reconnect with this girl. Unless there was a reason she never told me her real name and she gave me a fake number that got smeared into an even faker number. At least this will make great fodder for people to hate on me and all types of other funny shit. Its just I am kind of smitten about this girl.

Holla

Casi

Well, Casi, you caught us in a good mood. If anyone knows of this lad’s true love — or better, if you are the girl called Awesome — drop us a line at tips[at]philebrity[dot]com, and we’ll put you in touch with this fine young man. Ain’t love grand?

This entry was posted on Wednesday, April 18th, 2007 at 1:09 pm.