Lyssa Holds Court At The Catholic Club (Part 2)

Lyssa Flirting With Some Guy

Don’t get me wrong, I had a fair time tonight but I knew there could have been much things happening different that would have permitted me to have a great night. Because of last night and seeing Lyssa chatting to some other guy I feel empty and like my life is at a low and she at least has people who think the world of her. Seriously, those guys think Lyssa is hot shit but when it comes to women, I can’t be the same man that lays the moves on people like Lyssa.

Sitting here in this darkened room, I want to better my morning in some way but there is none that will satisfy my longing for affection. I want to give Lyssa a call but I don’t want her to presume how lowly I feel so I’ll just leave it to her to give me a call either tonight or tomorrow. However, because we both have this tendency to think emphatically to our given day desires, I feel that Lyssa is probably itching to give me a call today.

Man did I hate seeing Lyssa talking to some guy whilst she was sitting down at the tables across from the front entrance. There was a bunch of opinions and deliberations in my mind regarding Lyssa but what really irritated me was how Lyssa headed to Chevy’s but never danced. There I was up on the stage and for one split second, I looked to where I hadn’t looked before and bang, there was Lyssa and some smooth talking guy sitting next to her. What pissed me off more is that she talked back to him, leaning over to his ear.

Let’s not say that this was a big case of jealousy as I still feel the bitter taste now but let me believe that I was just very pissed off to see this in front of my eyes. It’s not a good omen to your night when you see your ex that you held great love for flirting with some other guy and from the stories she’s told me, I wasn’t too happy for her. I wasn’t dancing much on the dancefloor but I stopped for a minute or two because I was taken back by what I had seen.

Every now and again I would sneak a peak towards her direction as I could see Naqi, Penelope and Nikita sitting around. All of them looked done up, even Naqi had that doll appearance to him and his being there brought my night to an animus unheard of. Seeing Lyssa with some other guy just makes me lose faith and it makes me torments me to the point where I don’t want to type here with such praise.

After I had seen Lyssa, I wanted badly to break my principles and just snatch her away from adversity. I wished now that I hadn’t seen Lyssa because I know she was sitting there, looking up at me dancing and hoping I wouldn’t look down. When I did actually spot Lyssa I think she was looking as well as Naqi which pissed me off a great deal.

I know it’s wrong of me to say this but, I wish I could see stars on the horizon for Lyssa and I in the future so that I wouldn’t feel so envious but I know that this will never happen. Anyway, it would be worse for me to go out with Lyssa again than waiting another couple of years to completely get over her and seeing her getting onto other guys in front of me.

I’ll tell you, if I saw Lyssa kissing some other guy, it would kill me. Either I’d walk out of there and feel insecure and shitted for the night or I would walk past the both of them and make them feel as uncomfortable as me. I guess I’ll have to hope that situation never arises as I don’t know how I would react but I know that it wouldn’t be favorably.

Lyssa And Janice At The Pokies

Making our entrance into the Catholic Club, Tyler signed me in and when all was done we headed past the pokies, myself with some faith for the night but a lack of expectancy. Somehow, I knew that I was going to see Lyssa at the Catholic Club and sure enough, she was the first person I came across. Heading past the last row of pokies, there was Lyssa, sitting on the last seat with Janice next to her. Usually, I would be inclined to say that Janice is the girl that I hate yet don’t even know but after last night, she seemed alright.

As I stopped to chat with Lyssa Tyler and Binh kept walking, the exact whereabouts I don’t know. Regardless, conversation seemed to come easy but at a slight defense than to usual as I knew I didn’t look too great. After I commented on how I was sick, had conjunctivitis and had ragged hair, Lyssa thought to gloat about her visit to the hairdressers to get her hair blow-dried. That usually only means one thing, Lyssa was seeing Ralf for the night and I figure that could have been the guy that Lyssa was talking to at Chevy’s.

Lyssa also thought to note that Naqi was at the Catholic Club and asked me if I had seen him walking around. Strangely, she seems to think that from her dream of the two of us shaking hands and being the best of friends again, plans will just fall her way. However, as Naqi was the first person I saw walking in, holding Penelope’s hand two steps in front of me, I showed nothing but contempt and hatred for the wanker.

At the end of the night, I just wanted to ruin his parade somehow and I figured that this new classified information from Naqi would do the trick. However, I will take a step back from my hatred as I don’t want to do something out of spite just because someone was appearing to have a better time than me. Advising Lyssa that I had seen Penelope in the City just before heading home my vision started to come true despite my scrutiny upon such hopeful tendencies.

As we were talking about Penelope she was walking down the line of pokies, looking like she wanted to talk to Lyssa. However, as she saw me, she gave the biggest filthy stare and kept walking. Janice thought to note how the filth stare was so evident from Penelope as the three of us sat there with a smile.

Penelope Tests The Waters

Later in the night Penelope actually came over to Lyssa and asked her for a smoke and by this time Jonas had also graced our presence. As the five of us stood around I was feeling a touch uneasy and as my jacket didn’t have any pockets for me to feel a touch more comfortable, I had to compromise by folding my arms across my Chest to a comfortable degree.

Penelope didn’t talk with me or look at me but as I wanted, she looked like she was testing the waters just by being there. Lyssa kept looking at me with her eyes open and an astonished smirk on her face as if to say “I can’t believe this is happening”. I kept talking with Lyssa, Janice and Jonas while Penelope was hanging around, more dominantly Jonas. However, as Penelope left again to hustle over to Naqi we started chatting again.

Lyssa made a comment on my space shoes and despite her appraisal last weekend, told me that she didn’t like them too much. To my surprise, Janice sprung to my defense to say “I think they’re pretty good”. It felt great for Janice to be on my side, being bias against Lyssa’s opinion but in a passive way so to make me feel comfortable. Nothing that Lyssa or anyone else said through the night phased me, it was just what my infected eyes could see that infected them all the more.

Lyssa was arguably the best looking girl at the Catholic Club, either that or she was the most made up to look like a china doll. Penelope also has the same tendencies to make herself look like plastic and Nikita was heading along the same lines. Looking at them from afar just filled me up with loathed disdain as in one light, I wanted to be Lyssa’s man so I could think “Yeah, she’s mine” and in another light, I thought Lyssa was being way too showy and like an ‘As If’ girl.

What ticked me off a little through the night is how Lyssa brought her choleric tendencies forward. Seeing Lyssa smoking before she decided to take another one from Jonas, I asked “Didn’t you have a smoke half an hour ago”. The response as you would have figured was heated as Lyssa hates it when I speak about her smoking but as she explained herself, she harshly spoke “Why do you care”. Resounding in my mind, my mood fickle mood changed once again from the onset of those words.

From there, Lyssa sounded too pretentious and up herself to speak with so without making a disturbance, I thanked her for conversation, said goodbye to Janice and was then on my way, alone as would be the trend for the rest of the night. I’m sure Janice would have felt flattered that I knew of her name in which I felt I owed he the flattery because she made me feel welcome.

Curious, she probably would have asked Lyssa how I knew her name and for what reason, let’s hope Lyssa didn’t share the juicy gossip. However, I do think that Janice could have been acting nice to me because she already knew I had a hate for her and was just trying to be real nice to me. Therefore, she probably didn’t like the shoes as much as she showed, who knows…

Lyssa Needs To Loosen Up

Heading off alone on my little venture, sick as a dog and like the whole of my night apart from dancing at Chevy’s, I was coughing my guts up. Even when talking with Lyssa I would cover my mouth and cough regularly, noting that I had conjunctivitis as well as a flu and cold. “Stay away from me then” she noted as she leant back in her chair. Last night, I realized that Lyssa was being more serious as opposed to being a touch playful in her talkative gestures.

Maybe it was because of the people she was there with but these days, Lyssa doesn’t tend to be playful. Back when Lyssa and I used to go out, we used to muck around all the time but now when I see her out and even when she slept over, she was almost as serious as me. I think that Lyssa needs to loosen up because I honestly feel she’s taking her role of being a posh girl too seriously.

Lyssa has all the vital signs of an assumed bitch who is an unapproachable prick-teaser that only talks to guys she likes. If Lyssa was only back to those days of her having fun and not being so stuck up, I wouldn’t be as hard struck when seeing her talk to some guy. I remember and miss the days when Lyssa and I used to head down to Campbelltown and just be idiots with each other, those were the days.

Now, around me anyway, Lyssa is too serious and I feel because she isn’t loose, that’s the reason why she threads to a quick temper so soon. In respect to myself, I’ve lost that playful part of me now also, lingering like this fatal loneliness I portray. I’m too serious on the dancefloor and when it comes to everything, I have to learn to loosen up like my former self. Lyssa might have a great time and huge laughs with her friend but behind that masquerade of reality’s comity, Lyssa is just as unmoving as the next person.

Sure she’s easy to talk with but she for someone that didn’t bother dancing at Chevy’s and done nothing but chat and drink all night, that’s not my idea of letting loose, the old Lyssa. Maybe it’s just because I was around that Lyssa thought not to jump up and dance but in all other facets of my knowledge, Lyssa does need to remove a certain pole from her ass, that is, to put it lightly of course…

Hunting For Binh

Knowing Tyler would be around the quiet room, I made my way down and noticed him talking to two or three girls that he knew. Looking alright, I guess I scared them off when I just stood near him and looked at him until he looked back, having the girl wondering “What’s this loony doing”. “Where’s Binh” I asked as he pointed into the quiet room, “And where’s Keith that dog”.

Deciding to leave Tyler alone as his friends were talking amongst themselves and he didn’t have the common sense to introduce me, I opened the quiet room doors and peered inside, looking around for Binh or Ned. Knowing that Tyler’s the kind of guy who wants to be alone in his little quests I started getting shitted with the turnout of my night. Standing just to the side of the glass doors to the quiet room, I kept getting nudged by the opening glass when someone would walk out.

In this time I was arguing with Tyler, noting how bad the chain of events would lead this night to a disaster. “Lighten up man” Tyler protested in his own little world of talking “I hate people who come here with those types of attitudes”. Returning fire at Tyler I argued how he was contributing by just standing around in his little corner, deciding to be a loner when the both of us came together.

I didn’t want to walk around alone and although I knew many people there, I wanted to build upon our little establishment. The thought of Lyssa being there with such good friends who are always there to go out and have a good time added to my woe. Here I was with broken plans, people hopping out left, right and center and my one true companion bringing down my faith by being a castaway.

Girls From Last Week

What made the night a touch worse was how Tyler extended his arm to open the glass door for some girls and it turned out to be Trinity and her two friends from Chevy’s last week. This was the second girl I got to know and around her I didn’t feel uncomfortable as how she would perceive me one week from our meeting. As Tyler opened their door, looking completely oblivious with his unmoving face, the shorter girl called out “Hey, how are you going” as she walked past.

The other two girls didn’t seem too talkative and I knew for the rest of the night that at least I was an outcast to the two of them. What is it about my personality that makes girls run the other way. Was it because I wasn’t as energetically charged as last week and that my down attitude caused them to look down upon me. When on the dancefloor I received a strike against my pride as the three girls stepped in front of us to dance but the girl with the long black hair didn’t show interest anymore.

Last weekend I was dancing up on her with her friend behind me but this weekend, my tapping her on the shoulder and asking her a question only had her looking over and giving me a passive smile. That was one strike against my pride, the other came earlier in the night with the other Carys who was on an E again but for some reason hated me, more on that later.