There a seven sins guys make with regard to women not the least of which is to reassure the woman they're with that they'll rest her in the morning. I know I've been guilty of that particular sin though fortunately not in recent history. I think, however, whoever made up the list should have added "I'll respect myself in the morning." That'd be a lot closer to the truth for many occasions. This is about one of those situations.
I had a very long day at work and just wanted to unwind. This was a number of years ago and since I've learned to slow down a bit so I don't end up feeling wiped out like I was that day. It was a Friday and my wife was out of town visiting her mother in Virginia. I was feeling a little lonely in addition to feeling tired so I decided in my infinite wisdom that having a drink at the local watering hole, Jack's Irish Pub would do the job just fine. That and the fact that Jack had the habit of hiring women who showed off lots of cleavage.
I started my evening off with a glass of chardonnay. A couple later the bar tender and I were engaged in the "why are the Red Sox going to blow they chances at winning the World Series this year" conversation. It was an hour later when this pretty redhead sat down next to me at the bar. It wasn't that she chose me to sit next to it was the fact that it was the only seat available. Jack's was very popular and it was a Friday night.
The bar tender asked her what she wanted and she sighed, "oh I don't know."
"I can recommend the chardonnay," I said smiling at her.
"That sounds good, I'll have one."
I thought it was the perfect situation to start a conversation with a pretty lady but she kept looking in the other direction as if she were expecting someone. I was a little disappointed but not surprised. I was a total stranger to her and a much older man. Looking at her I figured her to be about 28 or 29. She was quite pretty, red hair, green eyes, nice size breasts and great legs. She was smartly dressed, blouse and skirt, modest but still accenting her assets.
A couple of minutes later she asked me, "Would you mind pushing that bowl of pretzels over here?"
I quickly pushed the bowl in front of her and said, "My pleasure. My name is Peter."
I held out my hand to her and she shook it and said, "Hi Peter, my name is Kim."
"Are you waiting for someone?"
"No, why do you ask?"
"When you first sat down you kept looking over towards the door."
"Oh, well, I thought some guy was following me and I wanted to see if he came in here but he didn't. I guess I was just being a little paranoid in a strange city."
"I understand so where are you from?"
"Atlanta, and you?"
"Cambridge, not far from here at all."
So we started the usual chit chat getting to know you stuff. We were both married and both have kids. She was in town for a conference and had called her husband a little earlier but hadn't found him at home which put her off a little since he'd said he would be there. And I told her about my wife being in Virginia.
"So how come you aren't leaving for Atlanta tonight?" I asked her.
"Actually I'm interviewing for a job up here on Monday and we couldn't afford the price of a second round trip ticket. It was cheaper for me to stay the weekend. My interview is at 9 Monday morning so I would have had to fly back up Sunday anyway."
We continued with our conversation and drank down our wine, refilled, drank that, refilled and kept going. I had come to do a lot of listening, which I preferred anyway, as Kim was a good talker. But it also afforded me to look directly into her pretty green eyes. I thought they were gorgeous.
Time flew by, of course, we both had gotten a little more than just tipsy when I noticed it was almost midnight.
"Well, I should probably be getting home." I said finally.
"Oh, is your car near? I could use a ride I think."
"No and that's just as well. I've had way too much to drink and drive. I'd usually just take the subway home but I'd be happy to share a cab with you if you'd like."
