Tammy and I stayed together for a while, with Lynn either joining us, going out with Tammy, or spending time with me when she wanted male companionship. Soon, though, Tammy started spending more and more time with her cousin, and we started drifting apart.
One night, while we were talking, Tammy and I decided that it would be best if we ended things as they were. She told me that she and Lynn were enjoying going out together, and enjoying the attention that they got when they were out.
We both wanted to remain friends, and would probably get together for more incredible sex whenever we could, but neither of us really wanted a committed relationship at that point.
I offered to let Tammy and Lynn rent the coach house as long as they wanted, but we all agreed that it would feel odd bringing a date home, knowing that we could be seen by our former lovers. Instead, I helped the women find a nice house, and helped them move in.
The night before the big move, I cooked dinner for both ladies. During, and after, dinner, we managed to knock off almost three bottles of wine. That led to some mind-blowing sex with both women, one watching while the other one played.
Knowing that we would be seeing each other often, due to the friendship struck up by the kids if for no other reason, we parted on rather happy terms.
The first week or so was an adjustment. I had gotten used to having a house full of people, and going to sleep next to someone again, and here I was, sleeping alone once more.
The next weekend was St. Patrick's Day, which is a big party day around here. The closest thing to a real Irish pub around here, without going into the city, is in one of the largest hotels, and they are known for having a huge bash that day.
I decided to get a room for the weekend, so that I could drink, relax, and drink a little more. That day, after checking in and taking a mid-day nap, I went down to the pub around five.
The place was already packed. I managed to elbow my way to the bar, ordered something to eat, and had a pint. While I was waiting, I looked over all of the people there. I had a good laugh or two at some of the people, who, at that early hour, were already wasted.
After I ate, I took in the band, holding on to my spot at the bar. That spot also gave me a perfect base for people watching. At one point, a woman, about my height, walked past me, and I did a double take.
She was tall, for a woman, with short, almost spiky, blonde hair, wearing a green-tinged blouse, a short tan skirt, and a pair of low heels. What got my attention, other than her long legs, was the fact that I recognized her from one of the internet dating sites that I had subscribed to before I met Tammy.
I never wrote to her, mostly because I prefer women shorted than me, and I love long hair. Getting a close up look at her, I started to think that maybe I should have given her a second thought.
Finishing my drink, I got the bartender's attention (tipping well, early, always helps, especially on a busy day like that), and ordered myself another pint, and told him to send the blonde a Dirty Martini, which I remember her mentioning in her profile.
As he handed her the drink, she looked over at me and smiled. I took that as a good sign, and walked over to her.
"I hope you didn't mind my ordering you a drink," I told her. "No strings attached. If you're not interested, just enjoy the drink, and I'll go back to my spot at the bar."
"No, not at all," she told me, with a beautiful smile that reached her bright green eyes. "That takes a certain amount of confidence to just order a drink for a woman that you've never met. I like that in a man."
"Good," I responded. "I was hoping you wouldn't be offended."
"Not at all," she said. "But how did you know that I liked Dirty Martinis? I haven't even had a chance to order one for myself."
I explained that I had seen her profile on line, and that she mentioned them there. She then asked why I hadn't written her there, and I told her that I had just seen it recently, which really wasn't a lie, I HAD just seen it the day before.
"Well," she said as she sipped her drink, "maybe it's a good thing that we both decided to come here tonight. It saves us some time writing back and forth before we got to this point."
"Could be," I responded, as I drank my pint.
"By the way, I'm Patti," she said, offering me her hand.
"I'm Kurt," I told her, taking her hand in mine.
We talked for a bit, as well as we could in a loud, crowded bar, and had a couple of more drinks. After a third round, we decided to check out one of the other rooms, where they had another stage set up, with more bands.
During a slow song, Patti and I danced, and then she asked if we could go outside for some fresh air. I could tell that she was feeling the Martinis, so I walked her to the patio.
Fortunately, the weather was pretty mild for that time of year, so coats weren't necessary. Once we were outside, we decided to walk around the grounds of the hotel.
While we were walking around, we talked a little more. We talked about our kids, and work, and compared notes on some of our on-line dating experiences.
We found ourselves behind the hotel, in what was supposed to be a Japanese garden. As we walked down the path, Patti steered us towards a pagoda. Stepping into it, she walked towards a railing overlooking a pond.
We looked over the pond in silence for a brief minute, and we could see into the ballroom that we had just left, watching the people dancing and carrying on.
"I want to ask you something," she said to me, as she leaned on the rail.
"Ok, ask away," I told her.
"What is it that you are looking for?" she asked, stepping towards me.
"Actually," I told her, "I am just looking to meet some women, and have a good time. I just ended a relationship, and I'm not really looking to get back into anything serious."
At that point, I expected Patti to tell me that she was looking for a relationship, and that would be that. However, she surprised me by stepping in to me, pinning me up against the railing, and giving me a deep, hot kiss.
The kiss lasted a couple of minutes, and our hands were roaming all over each other's back. Finally, she pulled back, and looked at me.
"Wow, you're a good kisser," she said as she caught her breath.
I chuckled, and responded, "You're pretty good yourself."
