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Glancing around the bar I was met by the same looks from the same plain women that I had seen in here a hundred times before.
Don't get me wrong, there were quite a few that I'm sure could light my fire given the chance, but they just weren't what I was looking for.
I should explain. When I was 16 I did a student exchange and got placed in a small town South of Dublin, Ireland. Greystones awoke my love of a thick Irish woman, and since I live in Alberta, Canada, these lush ladies are definitely in short supply.
I'm now 28, still living in Alberta near my tribe and still looking for a woman that peaks my interest.
Oh I'm also a 7th generation Siksika Indian.
My name's Beau White. I'm still in pretty good shape rounding 30 and I stand at over 6'7 with black hair that falls past the middle of my back. I keep it tied up and usually don blue jeans and a black tee. Simple.
I often come to Patrick's Bar, it's an Irish influenced bar in the middle of Alberta. I'm quite the regular, but then so is mostly everyone that you see at Patrick's.
I found this place in my early 20's in the hopes that I'd find the woman I'd been longing for, for so long. But no luck.
So here I was, on a cold November night, sitting at my same chair at the bar, drinking my Guinness and watching the regulars find some girls to take home, screw and forget about the next day.
Shaking my head I was seriously thinking of going home early, and then in walked the most gorgeous redhead I had ever laid eyes on.
Standing at about 5'4 on heels, she was short to say the least. This fiery vixen walked in wearing a pair of black jeans, a small black jacket and green halter top that showed off her ample cleavage with a deep v-neckline. Her curly, fire truck red hair hung to about the same length as mine. She was mouthwatering.
I hadn't seen her here before. (I would have definitely remembered!) She scanned the bar, looking for a seat and wound up sitting down at a small corner booth after ordering herself a glass of red wine.
I could not resist the chance to ogle this fine piece of woman as she sat down.
She noticed me after she had settled into her seat and I raised my glass to her and gave my most heartbreaking grin. She smiled back shyly and raised her glass to me. She looked away, I didn't. I couldn't. She kept glancing back and smiling that timid smile before she blushed like mad.
After about 15 minutes I just couldn't take it anymore, finished my drink and made my way over to introduce myself. (A guy's at least got to try right?)
On my way over to her, I tried to think up some smart line to impress her, but by the time I got there, I had drawn a blank and just ended up blurting out my name then looking completely embarrassed.
She had a giggle at this and then in the sexiest accent I had heard in 12 years she said "Well Hi Beau, I'm Theia, yes, like the titan." And flashed me an alluring grin.
I bit back a laugh as I tried to remember my mythology but I guess I was asleep for all of high school.
"I saw you sitting all by yourself and thought you might like someone to keep you company, unless of course you're waiting for somebody?" Please don't be, I thought.
"No, I'm not waiting for anybody, please, take a seat."
So I did. Not right next to her but within arms reach of her creamy skin.
Over the span of the night we talked about everything under the sun. Politics, religion, her heritage, my heritage, the weather. Whatever came to mind really. Theia was incredibly easy to talk to and I could feel myself opening up to her almost immediately. She was also delectable, I was rock hard just looking at her face. I didn't want to see the rest of her as I knew I would not have been able to control myself. This voluptuous beauty was making me ache and I could only imagine what she would feel like beneath me as I rode her nice and slow.
At about 2 we heard Pat call last drinks and the lights went up to make sure there was no one still passed out under the bar. We ourselves had had our fair share of drinks between us, and the rosy colour in her cheeks told me she was at least tipsy.
I didn't want the night to end, so hopeful, I asked her back to my house to have a few more.
She quite shyly agreed.
Pat called us a cab and we waited inside to avoid the freezing November conditions. Once it arrived we got our coats and I held the door for her. (Like a gentleman!)
After I told the cab driver where I lived, I settled back and couldn't help but smile at her, she was definitely one sexy woman!