It was a bit unnerving sitting alone at the bar, sipping a drink and waiting for seven o'clock to approach. I fidgeted with the stirrer, spinning the ice into miniature whirlpools and taking a small sip now and then. I've been drinking rum and cokes since I was I high school. Now that I am considerably older I have switched to diet. But i still like my rum. I joke to friends that I stick with what works. That makes me grin nervously as I stare at the TV screen behind the bar.
In town on business I decided I would try to add some spice to what was to be a boring couple of days of talking to clients and prospects at this trade show. A couple of days before the trip, I placed an ad on CL looking for someone to connect with. I really wanted this to be just about sex but I didn't want to come on too strong so in the ad I just said, "start with drinks and see where it goes."
As you might imagine I got a bunch of come-ons for all kinds of paid sites. You know the response isn't real when the sender is " Byriani Naan". Who names themselves after Indian food?
The day before the trip I finally received a message from someone whose name didn't remind me of food. The content was funny and started with " Let's meet for drinks and sex". It included a picture of a very cute woman about my age. Looking at the picture I could see that she was going to be my kind of woman: medium height, and curvy. I have never been attracted to very slim women. It was hard tell from the photo but I was imagining ( hoping?) her curves included great breasts.
When I arrived in town I called her and we agreed to meet at my hotel at 7pm. I had just flown in and once we confirmed the time, I had just enough of a window to quickly shower and run to the store for condoms before getting back to the bar.
At 6:45 I ride red the drink and began a ongoing debate with myself, trying not to get my hopes up. After all, I had her picture but all she had from me was a description. I'm no George Clooney so I was really worried that she would not find me attractive. So there I was, watching the TV, ticking off the minutes. The bar was almost deserted but for a young couple at the far end. I sat in the middle with my drink and my stirrer. Waiting.
She arrived at 7 precisely; she had reddish hair and blue eyes. She instantly recognized me and I walked over to greet her. I held out my hand, but she opened her arms, hugging me and giving me a kiss on the cheek. My expectations for the evening began to rise.
I ordered her a drink and we chatted. Basic bar small talk and glanced occasionally at the TV. We kidded around about life in a very natural way, like we had known each other for years. As we talked I moved closer to her stroking her arm occasionally. Shortly, I placed my hand on her thigh as she and I sat facing each other on the stools.
"is this OK?" I asked.
"I'll tell you if it's not, "she said, smiling. As she did she reached down and began caressing my hand. I was beginning to get turned on, but I still didn't want to get my hopes up. After a laugh about something we were talking about I leaned in and kissed her softly. She leaned into the kiss ever do slightly, smiling as I pulled away..
"OK?" I said.
