None of us made any money on the poker machines and when that fad was over the three of them bought beers from the bar. Just before this I had noticed Redd’s Nadia and had seen her with the most beautiful person I had ever laid eyes on. Her friend was the one I had noticed, who was going out with Jaromir a long time ago and asked myself “How the heck did Jaromir get someone like this, model like in appearance.” Time after time in the night I noticed her and noticed her and noticed her. Her body was the most perfect physique and when we finished ordering our drinks we sat down at the tables overlooking the Snooker room. The lobby for the toilets and the walkway into the Snooker room was just past the glass doors and walking into that lobby was Nadia and her gorgeous friend. This girl had dark black hair, it almost looked as if she had dyed it that color. Her physique was that of a goddess, perfectly proportioned breasts, filled her Chest up perfect and round. Then there was her stomach, so small, so tiny and her hips, so elegant and appealing to the rest of her body. From behind the pin striped pants came the G-String worn under her clothes that made me squeal from under my breath, her butt was the bomb. Her legs, her face, her lips, her eyes, she had it all.
The only thing that disappointed me about this girl was that I thought she had a boyfriend as she walked up to a guy and was hugging him lovingly. Minutes later I noticed her on another guy and my hopes were starting to come back to me knowing she was single. As time passed she put herself in many other guys faces and even though she didn’t get onto them she did let them hug her and hold her, basically she was a huge flirt to them all. At the end of the night she must have hugged at least ten or fifteen different guys and even though that was a turnoff, seeing her just made me putty in my own hands. This girl had it all and knowing that I could find out who she was with a couple of phone calls and have her number with a couple more I kept that snuggly in my mind.
There came a time that I could have walked up to this girl as she was all alone on the poker machines. The four of us were leaving and it would have been my perfect opportunity but I chose not to do anything. One of the reasons were that the pressure of the three of them watching me would have made me stuff up my smooth approach and what’s more, I didn’t want to make a fool of myself in my first impression. I would rather befriend the girl before I tried anything with her, make her know that I like her before I make my move. That’s why I gathered that if I was going to do anything, don’t make it sleazy as all other’s do, tell Nadia and Redd that I liked her, appreciated her and if she would like, I could call her or something like that. Do it the right way, not the sleazy way is what I say to all those that visit the Catholic Club and go out to nightclubs.
From our vantage point where we were sitting down at the tables we could view many people walking past the lobby which was in our clear view. Valeriya and Mallory walked past a couple of times and many people walked up to the table to speak to Ralf or one of the other two. We were just waiting for our turn to jump up and play Snooker. This beautiful girl that went out with Jaromir was with her friends in the Snooker room and every time she would flirt with one of the guys I would start cussing and tear some of the drink holders on the table. Keith also thought she was hot as and the other two thought she was the bomb. That would mean a lot to me if I ever went out with her, knowing that my friends think she’s hot. Oh yeah, Jewell also came up in the conversation but that was only to dress her size up to other girls. Keith thought the beautiful girl was too skinny but then I told him that Jewell was a girl that he should consider too skinny. That leads me to say that none of my friends really gave Jewell the time of day to look past her weight problem. Instead of seeing someone anorexic they could have looked at her mind, at how smart she was and liked her for that. Instead, my friends didn’t like Jewell because of body image, and that’s all, that’s a bit unfair but who cares now, not I.
Jumping up for our game of Snooker I teamed up with Keith and serving myself the smaller stick I was the second to shoot. Keith was playing like a professional sinking all the balls in on our team and as he was the scorer I was the annihilator. Only sinking one or the balls in I was the one to stuff up everyone else’s shot and because of that they sunk in the white ball most of the time. There I was the worst player of the four of us but me and Keith did win, I wonder why. The beautiful girl along with her dressed up friends and Nadia weren’t really paying much attention our way. Rather, everyone was paying attention to Mrs. Beautiful, who wouldn’t. Trying to pay attention to the game and not looking in their direction to give myself away Ralf and Shawn started to sink the colored balls in so it was game over. Keith and I took a seat once more as we talked about the night and how it was alright for my first venture into the realms of the Catholic Club.
Ralf and Shawn finished up their game and when that was done we made our way out. This is where I noticed the beautiful girl (About my age) sitting by herself on the poker machines. Walking past her I looked in her eyes, she looked in mine but only for a glance, for a distant glance. Hoping that she could see what was buried deep in my mind I hoped for a miracle and some grace came in the shape of Ralf speaking to one of his friends, right in the view of the girl playing the poker machines. Walking back I kept getting badgered by Keith to make a move but I knew I wasn’t getting pressured into it. Rather, I would like to see her in a different setting when she wasn’t off her head, when she wasn’t that drunk. Looking at her you wouldn’t be able to see how drunk she was, she was walking relatively straight. The girl walked off before we left for home and taking one last glance we made our way to the front desk where I was comforted with the fact that my shirt was by now hanging out freely.
Not sprinkling anymore I thought to myself that tomorrow won’t be that great a day anyway so going to the beach would have been ruled out. But, if tomorrow is a great day I’m going to be kicking myself and a bit angry at Jett, but I can’t blame him for being in love. Jumping into the car we got into the topic of head butts and then Shawn brought up the lousy attempt I made trying to head butt that guy out the front of Randy Ranch back in the day’s. After that Ralf threw him to the ground with one hand at the back of his neck and seeing he still had a smoke in his hand I swung my hand at it. That was the funny part that Shawn started laughing at because when I swooped at the cigarette the ash flung into Ralf’s eye and he jumped up clawing at his closed eyelid in some agony. The guy was still lying on the ground as Ralf was wriggling around on top of him, he didn’t want to get up. That was my stupid mistake and after that stupid head butt, well, it was just stupid and well worth bringing back up for a laugh.
Before we headed home Keith drove to Simon’s house at 12:30 a.m. to see if he was home yet. Making our way to the front of his house we noticed Lucas’s car there and figured he was at home sleeping for his next day of work. Simon wasn’t home yet from his midnight shift so we decided to wait for him figuring he would be buying a kebab somewhere. For ten minutes we waited for Simon as Shawn and I amused ourselves by playing around with the headrests for both of their seats. Ralf got a bit shitty at this and started going off like he usually does but some of my sharp wit comments put him back in his place, funny though. That’s about when I came up with names for everyone in the car. Since Simon was now known as Bucklabuh (Not Uncle Buck anymore) and I was considered the only teenager and therefore teenybopper in the car, I made some of my own shit up. From there on I was called ‘Nigga G’ and making some more names up Shawn was ‘G Nigga’, Ralf was ‘Nigga Nigga’ and Keith was ‘Nigga 5-0’. The reason for Keith’s 5-0 was for the reason that we wanted to pick on his Hawaii 5-0 shirt some more. Picking on Keith some more we called him the ‘Drummer Boy’ and some other ill names that we all thought was funny.
Diary Of A Mad Chaos is a daily diary written from March 1996 until today, of which individual books and book series have been created, namely “The Lost Years” an exploration of young, entwined love, the “Wubao In China (猎艳奇缘)” book series which provides an extensive comparative analysis of the cultural differences between Eastern and Western societies, and the book titled “Foreigner (华人)” an exploration of race relations in Australia.
