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By (user no longer on site) OP
17 weeks ago
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So here i was, making my way to the venue, mixed feelings of can't be arsed with small talk, and why the fuck am i bothering. My two 'interests' would probably not even be there. I deliberately waited about 40 mins after the agreed start time, and on arrival it seemed like everyone else bar 7 or 8 had had the same idea. I looked at the table as I came in. Name fucking tags, not only that but had pronouns and social media account details. I smiled at mine. Ben McD (no social media accounts). No pronouns listed either. I grabbed a couple of pints, drank the first quickly whilst speaking to the bar staff, I double parked deliberately, a quick second pint as the bar staff knowingly laughed at me. 'Long night you think?' Said Mandy, a cock tease of a lady who helped put at the club from time to time. Within ten minutes I was on my third pint and walking out to the balcony to meet those who had arrived before me. A small cheer went up as I walked out. To them I smiled, but inside I cringed.
Its funny how people of certain groups still kept in touch. I was average grade and sporty but not to elite levels so had a connection with most, the 'geeks' from school are obviously the most successful now, and the 'popular girls', the good looking ones who didn't look at you twice, thought they were the bollocks, now gaunt, tired looking, but still think they are the envy of everyone else, and then there were the bland ones, who just went about their business, flying under the radar, keeping themselves to themselves, i like to think i fit somewhere in there. As i say, I was successful in my own way, I was married with three kids, lived in a nice house, had a nice car, employed with a side hustle. I wasn't struggling. Well...... not in that sense, I was struggling with the fact my wife shut up shop about 4 years ago and I could really do with a fuck, not exactly an additional bit of information you give to 7 or 8 school acquaintances you haven't seen in decades. I mention Finance and the tumble passes, no one cares. Wedding photography gets a bit more of a favourable reaction, it also throws up a few opportunities.
The clubhouse started to fill a bit from all those who met at the local pub. Simon and Matty walked through the doors, beaming smiles. Yeh, they were half cut. Brilliant i thought, now I can relax, have a few beers and unwind. Within an hour all but a few name tags had been lifted, but most on the floor already. I didn't try and work out the who's who from the female tags, but i did see a couple of potentials without their school/maiden names i really wanted to check out.
First up was Chloe, for the obvious reasons previously mentioned. She was first in my thoughts when I heard about the reunion. I knew she was married and had kids but that was all. I had no idea what she'd look like now. She would be one I definitely want in front of my camera.
The other was Ruth, the school year stunner. It was her I had been the photgrapher at her wedding but neither she, nor any of her bridesmaids, the poular girls at school, recognised me. I had longer hair and glasses then, barely recognisable to anyone who hadnt seen me in a couple of years. Anyone seeing me now knew exacly who i was, even 30 years on. I knew Ruth had had a bit of bad time of it years back, her marriage ending, she was a wife of leisure, but had hoped she was back doing well for her own sake. Both name tags were there when I walked in, I had no idea if they had been lifted since. I was happy being sociable to those around me at that stage.
I went for a walk round the place about an hour later, I was amazed that the groups mingling pretty much were those who did at school. The 'geeks' all very serious looking but you could smell the money coming from them. Directors, CEOs, Senior Management, but all happy in their collective. The 'popular' girls, none of them aware I had seen them all in various states of undress - Cheryl, Ashley, Donna, Natalie were all together as expected. I didn't see Ruth initially but i'm sure she'd be somewhere if they were all together. I smiled at Cheryl as she looked round but got nothing back, from that small group i saw lacy cleavages out, short skirts, fake tans, and plumped up lips. I wanted to make a comment about good to see them all dressed for once, but i didn't, they wouldnt have got it. Then she appeared with a round of drinks, Ruth, her blonde hair, about 5ft 4, a little black dress, breasts that could only have been the work of a surgeon, and teeth which suggests she may have visited Turkey at some stage, looking every bit as fake as her wedding day, yet my cock twitched again as memories came flooding back. The lights then dimmed and the music ramped up, the 'party' was starting. The lights of a DJ box blinding anyone nearby until he adjusted them. I didn't speak to any of the girls, I just wanted a visual for the wank bank later....m |
I'll come back with something better. 