ONE NIGHT WITH NIKO

After the ordeal that is The Weekend That Was I took a little break from fun times. I re-evaluated my life and decided that perhaps the time for dragging drunk randos home has come to an end.

We'll see how long that lasts.

At first everything was going swimmingly - I was busy with work, happily crafting away in my spare time. I even read like.. 5 books.

And then that week was over.

It was a friday and Niko, another intern at my company, had been unusually chatty.

Let me tell you a little bit about Niko...

Niko showed up at work one day - no introduction, no explanation - and started working out in the main quad. To be perfectly honest it took me about 3 weeks to realize that he worked there and that he was the intern people kept talking about. I went by and introduced myself. At first he gave me an impossibly long Greek name and I smiled while thinking "there is no way in hell I can say that name." Then he laughed and told me to call him Niko.

In the following month I spoke to him maybe 3 more times. We were in the same meetings, working for the same people but I was pretty much glued to my desk and he was rolling in and out whenever he wanted.

Now sometimes he caught my eye - I mean he's decently pretty and looked enough like a man's man that I was mildly interested - but it was never anything more than a passing thought.

Until the day he got fired.

That day he came into my office and dat down all chatty and I got to know him. He's an artist and suddenly I'm learning all about him and his family and hey let's get a drink.

So we do.

Work ends and me and him go to get a drink. Which leads to us going to brooklyn to see an art show. Now there are few things that can drag me to brooklyn but a cute boy who wants to talk about art and might want to take my clothes off is one of those things. So cut to dirty  BK and I'm listening to an unwashed boy croon into a decade old mic and theres some sort of prayer circle going on and the art is part pop culture massacre and part wibblewobbles on canvas. Some giant scandanavian man named Cub tries to pick me up and Niko is surprised when I turn down his offer of a warm $5 can of heiniken light.

After about an hour of me not saying anything (which is very rare) Niko decides I've seen enough and he proposing coming back to my place for a drink and some painting. We wake up Lizz and her spouse and make them entertain us for a bit while Niko shows off his paintings of... well... paint. Different color paints all across the canvas in a sort of unabashed splatter.

Then he decides its time to paint. We retire to my bedroom and start painting (how erotic, I know) and I paint the eye of a bird.

He paints mud.

Then I start to make him up a bed on my couch (the one in my room) because thus far he's only shown interest in painting, spilling his guts and spouting bro vs. artist philosophy. He watches me and waits until I've finished making said bed before saying that "after painting together I'd feel wrong not sleeping in the same bed. I just want to be close to you."

Eh.

Why not.

So he gets into his skivvies. I get into my PJs. I get into bed and roll over to go to sleep.

Then Niko starts talking.

Now, for me, the bed is for 2 things. Sleeping. And sleeping with someone. No time for deep conversation and chit chat. I sleepy.

Well he's rambling on about shit and then he breaks it down for me. He wants to kiss me. I say.. okay. Then he say that he's going to kiss me, bite my neck, take off my shirt and have sex with me. If thats okay.

Eh. Sure.

So those events progress, I grab a condom and we start. Now I'm sober by this point. I've had several hours of Brooklyn, no alcohol and talking to sober me up. But not our boy Niko. No, no. He's wasted and soon out of breath and it seems like he's really getting worked up. I am really tired. So I propose we switch positions so he doesn't have to work so hard and I can put my face on the pillow without him noticing that I might possibly be taking a teeny tiny nap.

Well then he breaks it to me...

"Let me know when you're done... I'm doing this for you."

WHOA WHOA WHOA.

No.

Right now, I am doing you the favor buddy. I'm tired as hell. And frankly sort of over the sensitive artist thing. So I quite frankly tell him I'm tired and want to go to sleep and if he's not going to finish then he might as well stop.

Anyways thats done and I finally get to sleep.

Wake up to the sounds of jackhammers. Stare at the ceiling for several hours until he finally wakes up. He gets dressed, I walk him to the door and then I, in my cool, morning after way say "don't forget your paintings." Then he says "mind if I leave them here? I'll come get them later.."

And then he's gone. And I'm left with paint on my boob, a room to clean up and a pile of paintings that look like mud.

And that was my one night with Niko.


Oh wait... did I say I only had one night with him?... my mistake...

xxKK