A Second Chance
She had to be one of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen. I was sitting at the bar, feeling lonely and sorry for myself as usual when she walked in. I will never forget how she seemed to have an air about her. She walked up to the opposite end of the large oak bar and placing both hands with arms stretched out ordered a draft. It was like she commanded that the bartender pay attention to her and give her what she wanted.
I noticed her muscular arms in her short sleeve tee shirt and sporting quite a beautiful head of blonde hair and green eyes. You know the rather tall, athletic type. I watched as she slipped her hand into the front pocket of her jeans and threw a $5 dollar bill on the bar next to the bottle the bar tender placed in front of her.
She glanced in my direction. I pretended to be looking away but was actually watching her every move through the mirror directly across from me. She glanced around the bar looking to see who or what was available. Then she spotted me. Oh no, she is actually walking over in my direction, I thought. As much as I wasn't up to engaging in conversation with a stranger, there was something mesmerizing about this chick. The closer she got to me the more I realized how radiant she was.
"Hi there. Can I buy you a drink?", she said. Not a very original pick up line I thought to myself.
"Is that the best you can do when you're trying to pick up someone?"
"Well, no not really. Let me make it up to you and buy you the next one then?", she insisted.
"Maybe. But I'm still nursing this one right now."
"I'm Jaime, and you are?", she asked.
"Available, if that's what you're asking."
"I didn't think I was being that obvious".
"It's written all over you. But that's okay. You're kind of cute. What's your story?"
"What do you mean?"
"Jilted? Looking for someone on the rebound? Playing the field? What?"
"I haven't been in a relationship in quite some time now. Thought I'd check out whose available. You?"
"Kind of feeling lost since my best friend now has a steady boyfriend and doesn't spend much time with me. She's planning on getting married. Not that she and I had any kind of physical relationship, it was strictly platonic".
"So how do you mean you 'lost her'? Sounds like you never 'had her' in the first place."
"True. But somehow in my pee brain I thought some day we would wind up together. Just daydreaming about it all the time has made me believe it might happen... some day".
"Well, you know what they say, the way to get over one woman is by getting under another".
"Oh, is that what they say when 'they' are horny?'
"I don't know, maybe. It's what I'm saying right now."
"I'm flattered, really I am. Have a seat and let's get to know eachother." I said as I pulled out the stool next to me and motioned for her to sit.
There was a cuteness about her even though she was being very forward asking me to sleep with her without even knowing my name. Not that I'm a prude, as I have frequented this Lesbian bar many times and taken some of the hottest girls back to my place. I know I'm psychologically messed up as I don't really stick with any one person even though there have been some really nice girls that have fallen all over me. I'm not being conceited about it, I just never feel for them as they feel for me. I know it's because I thought I would always have Katie, who has been my best friend forever, in the forefront of my mind, whenever I'm physically with someone. I can never give up hope that someday she will want to be with me even though the logical side of my brain knows that she is as straight as an arrow.
We met in Jr. High and from the very first day I walked into that Science class, we hit it off. Katie is such a girly girl. We had to team up with a partner, as it was the day we were going to dissect a frog. To say she was mortified just looking at the dead thing pinned to the tray was putting it mildly. There was no way she would even look at it for more than 5 seconds. So, of course, I proceeded to do the actual dissection and she was eternally grateful. I was always a tomboy growing up unlike Katie who was all frills and party dresses.
It wasn't long before she invited me to her home and it didn't take long before we were 'best friends'. We shared all our secret thoughts with one another. Hung out at each other's homes and spent many summer vacations at the Jersey shore. We were always with one another and I treated her family as my own and she did the same when it came to mine.
I always kept my feelings about her to myself once I realized I wanted her physically. Probably when I was 12 or so and my hormones kicked in. I was afraid she would not want to hang out with me if she knew I had real feelings for her. I came out to her in High School and she was very supportive. She even told me she would help me find a 'nice girl' that was worthy of my love. I played along, but the reality of it was that I didn't want a nice girl. I wanted her. I don't understand why she never realized it, but I guess she didn't look at me through the same lustful eyes that I had for her. My parents weren't as acceptable as Katie was. My mother till the time she passed never gave up hope that I would marry and give her grandchildren.
After explaining my platonic relationship with Katie to Jaime, she looked at me and said;
"Sounds like you're not over this Katie chick. But she's straight, obviously and even has a boyfriend and all. I'm sorry you feel so broken hearted about it but I don't think you should waste any more time on her". With that she reached over and grabbed my hand to console me I guess.
Feeling the warmth of her hand in mine set off a slight twinge of excitement in the pit of my stomach. She was being very kind and supportive and I immediately fell for her sympathies admiring her beautiful green eyes.
"I wish it was that easy. Enough about Katie, what do you say we get out of here and spend some time together? Just you and I?" Now I was being the forward one.
"Sounds great! I live a few blocks from here. It's a nice night, I walked over."
"Well, I have a car in the parking lot, I'll drive."
We arrived at her place in a matter of minutes. She hopped out and grabbing a set of keys from her jeans pocket, unlocked the door to her condo and led me in.
"Have a seat. I'll make us a drink. What was that you were drinking?" she asked.
"Scotch on the rocks please."
"Sure. I'll just have a beer though. Not much of a scotch drinker."
"That's fine."
After a few minutes, she came into the livingroom and placed the drinks on the coffee table, wasting no time as she sat very close to me.
She picked up her drink and toasted, " Here's to a good time".
"Cheers", was all I could say.
