Five minutes later she joins me back standing at the bar with Alex, we’ve exchanged names and possibly bodily fluids.
Passionate kisses with a stranger in the middle of a dance floor ..
Or are you jealous?
Maybe you’ve been there yourself?
Maybe you were much younger?
Is age a viable excuse?
At 40+ years of age I’d go with tasteless.
I can’t even blame the beer as I was sober at the time, but what else can you do when a good looking gal wants to suck your face off at some hour after midnight?
It’s not going to happen is it?
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Would you dance with me?
She asked, an almost pleading look in her eye as they meet mine waiting on a response. I studied her face as I took a moment to consider …
Would you dance with me .. not will you dance with me .. not hello, how are you?
This tall good looking red-headed woman stands before me, she’s elegantly dressed, trendy but tasteful and 15 years younger than I am.
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Alex said to me .. She’s got all the right bits, just not in all the right places.
I looked over to see who he was talking about .. and there she was, tall, long legs, long strawberry-blonde hair, decent tits .. the more than a handful size that fills your mouth or smothers your face without looking like they came from a joke shop.
Her face is pretty enough in that quirky way, like Ellen Barkin in Sea Of Love .. she smiles and her mouth twists a little .. but I kinda like it.
I’m wondering what he’s talking about, I don’t see anything unattractive in this woman.
Then she walked towards the bar, and it was all wrong, as incongruous as John Wayne stepping up to order a few French Martini’s, something just didn’t fit. Continue reading “Blind-Sided? …. Part 1”