Midlife // Joji

Three

Tonight is a big night for me. George, or should I say Joji, he told me to call him Joji when he's with his friends, invited me to go out to a club with his friends.

I'm so excited. When he first invited me, I had to play it cool, act like it was no big deal, even though I was screaming on the inside.

I have never been to a club before, so I had to google what to wear, and my research was not very helpful. I imagine it will be like the bars I go to but sweatier. Although, my research did show that girls wear a lot of makeup when they go to clubs. In preparation, I went to Ulta the other day, spending nearly $200 on makeup that I wasn't sure how to use. After literally days of practicing, I was comfortable enough with my skills to put a tiny bit of a sparkly green eyeshadow on my eye lids. That's it. I mean, plus some concealer and mascara but I knew how to use that before. No one ever told me makeup was an art form.

At 8:30 someone started knocking on my door, I was still getting ready in my bathroom.

Assuming it was George, I texted him quickly, letting him know the door was open.

Seconds after sending the message I heard the door open, and George greeting Brandi.

"One minute, I'm almost ready." I yelled to him.

"Okay, just don't be too long, my friend's waiting in the car," he yelled back.

"Yeah, yeah," I whispered, coating my lashes with one final coat of mascara. I studied my reflection in the mirror. I looked good. 

I walked down the short hallway to the main room, where George sat on the couch rubbing my dogs belly, telling her that she was a pretty girl.

"Am I club ready?"

He shifted his eyes towards me and smiled. "Yeah, you look good, Ella."

I wore a pair of baggy, faded, jeans, a little forest green T-shirt and a pair of green old school vans, an outfit stolen straight from Pinterest. Along with the green sparkly eyeshadow, I pulled my long, frizzy hair out of my face with a green silky scrunchie.

"Did you see my makeup?" I walked over to him, squatted down, shutting my eyes so he could see.

"You look very pretty, Ella." I could hear his smile in his tone of voice.

George and I have been spending a lot of time together recently, I'm really starting to learn a lot about him. Like the way I can hear him smile. No matter what he's talking about, if he's saying it while smiling I can always tell.

I said goodbye to Miss Brandi, and I locked the doors behind us as we began heading out to his car.

"Are you gonna be my wingman tonight?" He asked as we started down the stairs.

"Why would I be your wingman?"

He looked at me, with an over exaggerated look of shock all over his face, "cause I'm your wingman, it's only fair."

I giggled at his response, what he said was technically true. But, all he did for me is download tinder and make my profile.

"I guess I can be your wingman. All you did for me though is download tinder, so don't expect me to do a good job."

He sighed, "how's that going for you?"

"Uhm, the only guy I spoke to sent me an icky picture, so I don't like it very much."

"What do you mean he sent you an icky picture?" George questioned quickly, getting almost defensive.

I groaned, "he sent me a picture of his, you know," I gesture to George's lower half.