It has been an exceptionally long time since I submitted anything here and I do apologize. My life has been rather sexless lately as I have been caught up in the life of being a grandmother. That word, grandmother, still makes me uneasy. Surely I am not that old. I must take a deep breath and sigh my disgust.
Anywho, not a lot has gone on that has been exciting and to be honest, I have been in a funk lately. That is another reason I haven't written anything. My sex life hasn't exactly been scorching lately and that is definitely more me than anything else.
I did have one encounter about a couple of weeks ago in October that made my eyes roll in the back of my head and was definitely worth writing about. It happened on another one of those chance meetings that I am apparently so famous for.
I'll set the scene. Had a hot date, the first "real" since late August. I was in Wilmington, NC to visit a few people and enjoy the opening barrage of fall. Let's admit the truth, I needed some "me" time. I was bunking with one of my friends and his roommate during the first part of my week there. My friend Hank is an artist and there was a little party where he has his art displayed. I agreed to go because he is very good (with art) and I am a sucker for big puppy dog eyes. I also didn't want to spend the night at his place since his roommate had a date. I love the sound of sex, just not when other people are doing it. I didn't think anything of going to the gala at the time, which I guess was mistake number one.
He asked me to stay close to him throughout the evening because he might get nervous and he didn't know many of the people who would be there. I did what he asked, figuring that the artsy-fartsy crowd wasn't really his thing. He was typically more of an outdoor guy. A few times he tried to take my hand in his, which I really didn't go for but allowed it because of his "nerves".
The night dragged on and was quite boring. I didn't say much to anyone, a few smiles and a few nods. I knew I was there as an arm piece and I accepted my role. As the night progressed, he got a little more handsy with me and I had to put him down, politely but not adamant. I didn't want to ruin his night, after all.
When his hand cupped my ass and he pulled me in during a conversation with some older couple, I knew we were going to have a very uncomfortable talk later. This was just one of several escalating things that he did to make me feel very uncomfortable as the evening dragged.
The night ended and we walked down the street to his car. We had both had a few drinks, but not enough to say it affected anyone's judgment. He opened the door for me and as he opened it, he used his other arm to pull me to him and kiss me.
My immediate response was "What the fuck?", but I had to admit I liked the kiss. It didn't take long for my sense to return and I pushed him away.
What followed was a hodge-podge of the usual crap women endure. Truth is I wasn't attracted to him, I told him so and he blamed me for sending the wrong signals. I laughed it off, apparently hurting his feelings in the process and before I knew it, I was being left alone in the parking lot to find my own way home.
While mad at first, it wasn't too bad of a situation. Being in downtown, there were some bars to hit up before I called a taxi to take me where? Was I going to stay in Hank's house? Should I get a hotel room? Who knew, I jokingly said to myself, I might be lucky and get laid for the first time in a few months. Which, as my avid followers know, is far too long for me.
Strolling in and sitting at the bar, I get a few looks. It was to be expected. College town, college-esque bar, and I am in a short cocktail dress. Just a little out of place. It didn't stop me from getting a few catcalls and smiles on the way in. I can't say I minded the attention.
What I didn't expect was to see someone who looked vaguely familiar to me. Our eyes caught a few times. He was playing pool with some of his buddies. All of them were very well built, not necessarily body builder types but toned, average bodies. The one who caught my attention moved with confidence and had a cocky smirk that I knew I had seen before.
He smiled at me after the third or fourth time our eyes met. Handing the pool stick to one of his friends, he came over to say hi, offering to of course buy me a drink.
I told him yes, but he had to get one himself too, which he did. He told me I looked very familiar and if we had met before. I reciprocated the thought and for the life of me, I couldn't figure where I knew him from.
I asked him his name and he said "Jason". Fairly common and ordinary name, right? So began the game of twenty questions.
Turns out he went to UT in Martin. He was a stripper. Thought maybe that was where I knew him from. It wasn't until he told me that he used to be a professional wrestler that the light bulb came on.
He was the "Big Bad Voodoo Daddy" that I had written about a few years ago. We laughed about it; partly because our night together was over ten years ago and, well, lets be honest I have written about it. So lets just say he made a considerable impression on me.
We talked a long while, had more than a few drinks, and I actually enjoyed talking to him. Stranger yet, I felt an enormous amount of tension between us yet he wasn't acting on it. Hell, neither was I. That was the strangest thing of all.
We continued to talk as the alcohol got out of our system. His "boys" left and he stayed to talk. It was getting late and I knew I needed to figure out my situation. I was gonna call for a cab, when Jason told me to save the fare and he'd give me a lift.
I jokingly had to ask if he meant a ride or something else. He answered "both", with a cocky grin and a wink.