I was at this bar with a couple of co-workers having a drink after work. The bar scene isn't really my thing, so I had planned to only stay for a couple. My eyes wander the scene for some people watching.
I notice briefly a couple stools away, this girl getting hit on. Standing with her back to the bar, I sense he's invading her space. She looks as though she's uncomfortable, trapped into talking to this guy. She moves to gain space, claims she's looking for her friends she came with. At this point, I turned my head away trying not to eavesdrop.
Suddenly, I look over as I feel someone nestled up against me, feeling a hand reach underneath my arm which is resting on the bar, then glide down my forearm, coming to rest on my left wrist.
"Oh, you know, I just found my friend, so..."
The woman lies, trying to use me in her escape.
As she gestures, looking over at me and in seeing the situation, I say,
"Oh there you are, was the line for the ladies room that long?"
"No, I just got caught up talking on the way back." She responds, then turns to the persistent stranger to dismiss him.
"It was nice to meet you, take care."
Then she turns away from him back to me without waiting for a response. So he leaves.
"Thanks." She simply said as she pulled her hand back and signaled the bartender for a drink.
"Some guys just can't take those subtle friendly hints, that we're just being polite." She adds.
"Hey no problem, happy to help." I say.
"I'm just going to chill here for a minute to be sure the coast is clear if you don't mind." She says.
The bartender comes over for the drink order.
"I'll have a Draft. And bring him another round of whatever he ordered please."
She says motioning in my direction.
"Thanks, that's nice of you." I respond.
"You're welcome. It's the least I can do, that guy would've never gone away otherwise, so I appreciate you playing along."
Our drinks arrive. I raise my glass, and she mirrored the gesture.
"I'm Ryan by the way."
"Samantha..er Sam." She replies.
We sat and talked for a while, sipping our drinks. The standard 'get to know you' small talk. Discussion of music came around, and the conversation just flowed so easily. Touching on genre, concerts, and specific works made it so effortless given the common interest.
I mentioned that I enjoy playing guitar, just a hobby I toy around with.
Sam offered, "You know, I sometimes go to this little spot that has amateur night for local performers. It's really a fun time, with a great supportive vibe. Depending on the night, there's singer/songwriter performances, poetry readings, that sort of thing. Might be something you could check out."
"Even if you didn't want to perform, the environment feels creative and inviting anyway. Very low key." She adds.
"Well Ryan, I have to get going, but it was great to meet you. And thanks again for letting me rope you into my fib." She smiled.
"I'll be going to comedy night this Wednesday if you're interested. It's really fun. Maybe you'd like to meet up." Sam finishes with a shrug.
As she spoke and described the event, then ultimately invited me to tag along, I watched her. The movements of her hands while she talked, the curl of her lip when she smirked. I was actually a bit taken by her. Sam is attractive, but in such a way that she might not even notice it. She's just being herself, I found it intriguing.
Earlier, the way she had twirled a lock of her hair around her finger while scanning the room watching its patrons. She had this way about her that felt very relaxed, casual. A chill vibe that carried no expectations of me to entertain her. Many women are not this way, but rather need to be the center of attention and needy. Sam was nothing like that. Right away, there is a comfortable space to just be in her company.
"Here, I'll give you my number and you can shoot me a text if you want to grab a drink." Sam says reaching for a cocktail napkin to scribble her phone number on.
She slides the napkin over into my space on the bar and stands up putting her jacket on.
"If you decide it's not for you, that's cool too. I won't take offense if you don't join me." She cracked a smirk, placed her hand on my left forearm and said, "Later man."
She turned to make her way toward the exit, and I watched her until she disappeared amongst the sea of people.
As the months moved forward, Sam and I hung out quite a bit. She became that person I'd text when I wanted to go do something but wanted some company. We were really into food. So trying a new place to grub was common practice.
Interactions with her were always a good time. A couple beers here, hanging out smoking some weed there. It was all so casual. I liked that it carried no expectation. Even when she would come over to hang at my place for a movie night, I didn't feel that twinge of awkwardness as if it were a date. She would typically come in her comfy threads, often wearing no bra, completely relaxed. Occasionally, she would fall asleep on my couch for the night.
Naturally as things moved along, we covered many topics within our conversations. We seemed to be very comfortable discussing sex and various details about it just as any other topic. We talked a lot about kinks and our sexual preferences. What we like, might want to experience, and of course those limits we all have as well. I found her so easy to open up to.
