I've always been a hopeless romantic at heart. Ever since I discovered the teen romance section at the local library, my hormones skyrocketed, and it wasn't long until I moved onto adult romance. For years, I've longed for a soul mate. I loved how fantasizing the love and adoration from a man made me feel sexy, but it was frustrating at the same time. I found myself being let down, time after time, by men who were losers. Expectations were a mile missed. Recently, the man I dated was a complete asshole who used my hard-earned money I made as a waitress for his various needs. After a month, I had enough of him and dumped his gold-digger desperate ass.
Besides satisfying my, ahem...cravings with dirty books, I loved checking bands out. Talia, my good friend, noticed I had been down in the dumps lately, and suggested checking out a band that was playing on Saturday night.
"Kasey, you'll love this band. They're hard and fast, just like how you like them," She excitedly said over the phone.
"Hmm...I was thinking of just having a lie-in tonight, you know? Maybe watch a movie. And get fat with junk food. Interested?"
"You're a turd! Come! You need to get your mind off that douchebag. Besides, I already got us the tickets."
I laughed; she always knew how to cheer me up.
"Alright Tals, you jerk. See you later."
"Lates!"
A couple of hours later, we headed over to Lucky Waters. The bar was packed, and loud. The smell of alcohol and cigarettes filled my nostrils. There was some nice eye candy too, but I wasn't interested in hooking up that night.
The band came on, and the music was rocking. Talia and I were near the side of the room, it was so crowded. It turned out that the star band was an up and coming one, but an opening band was playing at the moment. Getting into the groove, I started nodding my head, and then danced a bit. I stepped back, as some people were cutting across us, and my heel scraped against something.
I turned around, and I saw a man in a wheelchair.
"Oh shit, I'm so sorry!" I exclaimed, hoping he wouldn't be too mad.
"It's okay." He shouted, and gave a little smile.
Although the lights were really dim, I could make out a slight outline of his face. He had dark brown hair, and a light beard. His eyes reminded me of a puppy dog, big and trusting. I wished I could take a closer look. I also noticed that his arms were big and muscular. He wore a fitted white t-shirt, and jeans. Not too bad, I thought.
The music played on, and I saw that he was enjoying the music too. Talia screamed in my ear, urging me to tell him he was hot. I laughed and said no, but then I began to think it over. What could a little compliment hurt?
I leaned over to his ear, and told him, "Hey, you're fucking gorgeous!"
He looked kind of taken aback, and he gave me yet another one of his smiles. I was starting to find his smiles really attractive.
"Thanks!"
I knew I was hot. Leather pants, a white corset-like top, paired with a cute pair of short grey boots I bought last month. I had straightened my long brown hair, and I knew that my hair paired with my green eyes mesmerized men. Unfortunately that landed me in the wrong relationship sometimes, as I tended to go for a lot of different type of guys.
"Great band, eh?" He yelled.
"Yea! Pretty good," I screamed back.
The band of the night came on, and huge roars could be heard from the crowd. When I glanced behind me, Mr. Hottie was gone. Oh well, I thought. He must not have been interested in me. But I shook that feeling off, and forced myself to have a good time, with Talia and the music. And I did.
On the taxi ride back home, Talia and I ruminated over the bands that played that night. We also talked about some other things, and soon, I was back home, and in my bed.
Hmm I wonder what it'd be like, sex with a guy in a wheelchair? No Kasey, it probably is the same. I'm an idiot!
I couldn't help it. I imagined sitting on his lap, one of his hands playing with my hair. I pictured kissing him, and it turned me on so much I slipped off my thong, and began rubbing my clitoris. My other hand was squeezing my right breast, and my body was squirming with delight. A couple minutes later, I came, my vagina clenching in pleasurable spasms. I tiredly drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, when I woke, I checked on all my social media. I had a habit of checking it every morning. To please the hopeless romantic in me, I also had a habit of going on Missed Connections. I had a flitting hope that maybe, just maybe, someone admired me, and noticed me out of the crowd of many. I found it exciting, that someone who could potentially be "the one" (even though I admit it's cheesy), spotted me as if I was treasure and wanted to bury it up, to get to know me.
