We went to the bar last night. My girlfriend is in town for a few weeks and this particular bar is our favorite hang-out. They even gave us a plaque one year for being such good customers! Make my momma proud!
So, we went to have fun, in a very mature, safety-oriented kind of way. And, as you can see we make it home safely. Here’s the thing. We met the most delightful man. He was funny, engaging and delighted to sit with us. He started a decent bit away then asked to join us, and of course we said yes.
It was a challenge for me. He was so open and very funny, a great conversationalist but not too self-centered. He was charming and yet managed to casually drop in the line about the wife at home waiting for him. I had already sensed that flirting would be a not so great idea and wanted to prove to myself and the bartender (another story) that I could have a normal conversation with a man and not flirt. I wanted to get up and move next to him so we could talk more easily but I didn’t trust myself not to touch his arm or something. And, in the end it was a wise move (or not move) on my part. As we all parted ways he gave me his card and we talked about writing. He’s interested in hearing more about what I do and I think there may be networking possibilities. Wouldn’t that be cool! He suggested we meet at the bar for a drink, I know it’s not a come-on as he’s very devoted to his wife and talked freely about his relationship with her. Very cool.
Sex: I’ve come to a major realization here. ha. I like sex. And I want good, steamy sex that starts with a slow simmer and intensifies. And, where the hell am I going to find that? I’m sure I have a friend, well maybe two, who would be happy to service me but that ain’t gonna cut it. Because, while it’s good and fun, affectionate and satsifying in a way, it wouldn’t be the real mattress-gripping, heart pounding stuff. Oy!
Other man-woman topics? Well, that’s just to round out the title. There are no other topics. That’s it. Unless you’re married and need to discuss toilet lid, up or down. Socks on the floor and the weekend’s sports schedule. I don’t have to do that…
