Date with surprise

I was working at a Turkish restaurant in Copenhagen at this time. I was in my 20s. (I was young and perhaps naive?) I was working as a waitress. Many stories could be told about the place, but that has to be some oder time. We were all underpaid, but I saw it as experience. I was invited out by one of my colleagues. Let's call him Brian. That wasn´t his name, but I´m not writing this to blame anyone. He called and invited me out. We agreed to meet at Østerport station (It´s in Copenhagen) at. ca. 20.30 (That´s 8.30 pm). Brian didn't want to say where we were going, he wanted it to be a surprise. The plan was to be inside so I should just wear normal going-out clothes.

So I did. I was there ahead of time, so I had to wait a little for him at Østerport station. When he arrived we walked for a while. We came to a closed shop. The facade was neutral. We waked in. Brian paid to have our jackets hung in the wardrobe. I said no thanks to tea or coffee and then we went inside. Brian mentioned that some of his friends would come later. For me that was fine -the more the merrier?

We were the only ones who had arrived. Brian thought we should have something to drink so he went out for a tea for me and a coffee for himself. I took a look around. There were several rooms. In one of the rooms there was a television. I turned on and looked for Mtv so we could hear some music. However, I couldn't find Mtv only porn. So I turned it off again.

Brian came back with tea and coffee. Then his phone rang and he went outside to answer. While he was away, a couple came in. They started kissing. Passionately. I felt a little out of place. At one point I thought: “Rent a hotel room or go home...” I ended up going into another room. There happened the same thing ... A couple came in and started kissing. A man came over and sat down beside me. I don't remember what we were talking about, but he walked away again. I went to the bathroom when I got enough of the kissing couples.

"What am I doing here ...?" But I couldn't even think the end of it for outside they started knocking on the door. So I walked out of the bathroom again. There was a small room where there only was a leather-covered bed, and no people. I went in there. Unfortunately, there was no lock on the door, so I ended up sitting with my back up against the door and blocked the door with my legs against the bed. Then I had a moment to think. "What am I doing here...? Why don't I just leave...? Yes that’s what I will do -should I say goodbye ...? Just because he has behaved like a douche bag doesn’t mean I have to behave in a similar way... I will try to find him. "

I was looking for Brian. I couldn't find him. There was a darkened room, but I couldn't see anything and didn't even want to go into the dark. So I went to get my jacket.

The wardrobe manager said, "You come as a couple and you have to leave as a couple."

"I can't find him," I replied.

“I think I know where he is. I will find him, "said the guy as he walked. Then he stopped and said, "But let me just get you your jacket."

When I had put on my jacket and he had left to look for Brian, I left that place. I ran out of there. I went to my friend´s place. She told me what a swinger club is. I hadn't heard of one before. It was not something we had in the city I moved from.

I don't mind people who are into swinger clubs. It's just not for me. Sex is something private to me. I've had my share of bad dates and that's probably one of the reasons why I'm a single mom today. I´m not angry at Brian in any way. Today I just look at it in a humoristic way -some might call it gallows humor.