I need to write this shit down because I can then analyse what is in my subconscious.

She must have had met him previously at some party. One of those awkward moments she doesn't really know what to do when at a party alone. He spotted her though and struck up small talk, easing his way into her phone. Smart move, I see what you did there. He called and she was out with her friends. Going barhopping downtown with the boys and girls, why? I'd like for you to come around and hang out with me for a bit. Sure thing, I'll tell you where to meet, she said. And so she had a good time with the usual suspects. Her partner isn't always keen to party together. Well, I understand as much. Walking along the streets like a bunch of fools strapped together at the waist. He gets down from his chauffeured ride and catches up with them. Girl, you ready to go? She smiles and says goodbye. She gets in the car and realizes that there's someone in the front seat that she doesn't recognize. He doesn't say anything either, just a glare. Well, we're off to a good start. The driver is a friendly face and starts chatting about random facts. (here's where it gets fuzzy). She asks about dinner, and had her words trampled over by Mister Sourface. They arrive at a place that resembles the Coliseum, and head straight to the room. A movie is playing and she settles in bed. Sourface takes place on the couch without any notice. She wasn't sure what to say, so nothing is best. He gets in bed and starts doing work-related things, i.e. scroll down smartphone for emails, reply messages etc. At some point, engrossed in the film, he sidles over and says that he needs it. Of all awkward moments, this takes the cake. Sorry, I really don't think I can tonight. Actually more I can never do you. He curls up with rejection and now, well you'd better go. Yes I think I should. Well you need to make plans for your friends next weekend right? Touche. She leaves, stumbling across the dark room. Concierge sends up a lady who announces departure times and that the car will arrive two hours later. Heading downstairs, she seeks for a loo, and finds the staff toilet. A girlfriend was in the next cubicle and they start talking about anything else but. They head out and reach the dining table. But my family is here, so this is fucking weird. What are my parents doing here as well having a meal? Why this restaurant of all places? Doesn't even make sense. Well, sit down and have something. But she's afraid that he'll come down with his son (!) and have dinner here too. Dilemma diamonds. I suppose there's no hiding what's happening or what had happened or what was supposed to happen but didn't. I'm still intact. He really does show up with his son and wife (!) But hey, no awkward moments. She really liked chatting with him, who knew he could have so much baggage? Well, this had to end. She got up to leave. A midget was trying to shelter her kid from the drizzling shower outside. Here, let me help you out. Walking to the car was tedious, wrong shoes taken in the dark. The chauffeur drives past, hey what happened? i was going to come and get you two. Sorry, it just didn't work. It wasn't what I wanted. She was ready to just explain everything but her family is calling. Here, let me key in your number. Why are there so many digits? My phone is busted. So is mine. How will we contact? gaddamnit i can't remember my own number. how well..... I woke up with the first four numbers I think, 0173.