Dear diary...August 28, 19..
All persons are 18 years or older.
I'm not really a flirt...
Hell, who am I kidding? I am a flirt. A shameless flirt. An automatic flirt. Although, if anyone ever replied yes, I would probably freeze. After all, I'm 60 years old.
A local community near my home hosts a Founders Day celebration every year. It's just for one day. The day starts with a parade in the morning, an arts & crafts market, gambling tent, and starting at noon, they have an outdoor bar and bring in a band for music, dancing, and socializing. For over 20 years, I have been one of the evening bartenders at the outside bar. It's a blast. Everyone comes up to the bar to get a drink so I get to see friends I may only see once a year.
People who come to this party are as varied as any group. Ages range from 21 to 85. They range from golfers just off the course to Harley riders. Women dressed for clubbing to locals who just come to see friends. I love to watch the women who come dressed for clubbing. Usually, they wear low-cut or crop tops, short skirts and high heels. Low-cut tops are great when they bend over to get a ticket from their purse, but short skirts and high heels are always good. Those are my big weaknesses in life. I am a die-hard leg man.
I incessantly flirt with every woman who comes to my station. Young or old, gorgeous or plain, I flirt with them all. Usually, I get a smile, occasionally a hug, rarely a kiss, or even more rarely, I get laid. In fact, it's only gotten me laid once from flirting at this event, or twice depending on how you count it. I'll let you decide.
This particular year happened to be perfect. It had been hot and sunny all day. The band was a particularly good band for dancing and the crowd was huge. The bartenders were busy from the beginning of the shift until the end. I was working the 8:00pm to midnight shift - the last shift. And the shift with the largest crowd. Club women were everywhere, and I wondered how some of them could wear their skirts so short without being arrested.
Anyway, I had been flirting all night when a new woman came up, about 9:30. She was young, probably twenty-five or so with a nice rack and very short skirt. She also had gorgeous legs which I would have loved to wrap around my neck. She was short, maybe 5'3" or 5'4" but her 3" heels made her seem much taller.
But it was her eyes...I've always considered myself a leg man (any woman in a short skirt and high heels, as I've said) but her eyes were a deadly shade of blue. With her white top and dark tan, her eyes seemed to shine.
She asked for a Miller Lite. Now, in the outside bar, we only sold Bud products. But I told her she could go inside if she wanted something else.
"Are you lying to me" she asked?
"Darlin', could I lie to those eyes?"
She smiled and asked, "Are you flirting with me?"
"Absolutely" I told her. "Any man who didn't is a fool."
"I think you're too old for me."
"I'm not old, I'm experienced."
:Experienced...?"
"Oh yea, I could do things to you that I've been doing for over 40 years...things your young boy friends haven't even thought of...things I learned before they were even born."
She just laughed; said she'd take a Bud Light with lime. I grabbed her ticket, gave her the beer, and she turned and went back to her friends. I don't know exactly what she said to them, but they all turned and looked back at me and started laughing. I just held up a drink and laughed right back. Then I had other customers and had to get back to work. Frankly, since I flirted with everyone, I didn't think anything about it.
Now I didn't see her again for quite a while. We usually have 8-10 bartenders working and if one is busy, the customers will go to whoever isn't. I always try to get one of the busier locations since it helps to pass the time and gives me the opportunity to see more people. About 10:30 she came back to my station.
"What kind of things?" she asked without saying anything else. Well, it took me a minute, but I remembered I had told her I could do things to her that her boyfriends didn't even know, I knew what she meant. So, I decided to take a chance...
"I can make you cum more in one night than you have in your entire life."
At first, she looked shocked. Then she looked upset. But I figured, what the hell, she asked me. But all she ended up doing was asking for another Bud Light with Lime. Once I had given it to her, she looked at me and said that would be nice, but she never came more than once a night.
"Then you need to change boyfriends or change hands."
Then she smiled, shook her head and went back to her friends. Then the same routine as before - she must have told them what I said, one covered her mouth, the rest turned to look at me and laughed. So again, I raised a beer to them, took a drink and started serving again. Around 11:00, they quit selling tickets and around 11:30 we quit serving, although that often means closer to midnight when the band stops.
At 11:25, the bar lights were flashed as a warning. We served for about 5 or 10 more minutes until they turned off the lights on the bar. We'd do a little cleanup and then we bartenders could grab a beer and listen to the last 15 or 20 minutes of music. So, I was standing near the back of the crowd listening to a surprisingly good version of "Hotel California" when I felt someone grab my sleeve. This happened all the time when people came up to say hi, but this time it was her.
"I'm from Missouri" she said, "You'll have to show me." She seemed a little tipsy. She must have more than just the two beers I had served her.
"Excuse me, show you what?" I couldn't believe this was really happening.
"I want to see some of those 'things' you can do so well."
Now I was in a fix. This had never happened before. What do I do? Did I really want to believe this 25-year-old was going to take a 60-year-old to bed? Or would I say ok, and all of her friends would show up and start laughing?
Hell, I can only be embarrassed. And it certainly wouldn't have been the first time.
"OK, what have you got in mind?"
"I just live about 2 blocks down, at the Maple Tree apartments. My roommate is out until, at least, 3:00 unless she finds a boyfriend. So, we have plenty of room and plenty of time."
By now I figured in for a dime, in for a dollar. "OK, let me get my truck."
"No, it's only 2 blocks, we can walk."