As a frustrated, married man, I decided to express some fantisies that I though could actually occur in my life, considering I'm not a drinker, and don't really socialize much. Happy to hear your comments.
He saw her walk in the front door, and it somewhat surprised him. "Is it possible, on the first night? What are the odds?"
He had been sitting there for less than an hour wondering just how big a mistake he was making. He's not a drinker. He doesn't go out clubbing. He's over 50 - half a century - and almost certain there would be no one interested in him. After all, his wife treats him like a good friend, but can't confess that she has no desire. Yes, one of those sorry saps who has been stuck in the friend zone his whole life, including his marriage. Yes, there were some young women who had their eyes on him, but that was 30 years ago when he was a young engineer. Since he has been married, there have been a couple of older women who have expressed an interest in giving him a "happy ending" - he had to look that up - and more. But he remained a faithful husband...mostly. Ok, he'd been on Craig's List advertising for a platonic relationship, but kinda hoping for more. Turns out, very few understood the term "platonic". Those that did understand were repulsed by the topic of sex, with a single meeting for coffee, at the most. Those who did not understand the term were actually looking for more than he was willing to give.
He was a committed virgin until he married at age 33, falling in love with his wife before even meeting her or knew who she might be, and unwilling to compromise their intimate relationship before it had a chance to germinate. After their marriage, they grew in their relationship, though not too busy in bed. When they decided on a child, they did what was necessary, but it seemed more like a chore to him, in order for her to get pregnant. Since they decided another child for the family was necessary, they adopted. The activity of baby making was not of much interest to her, much to his frustration.
When he saw the woman at the door, there seemed to be something about her. She wasn't drop dead gorgeous. She wasn't trying to be a sexy slut. She wasn't trying to impress people into thinking she was an independent, self-made business woman. She had a simple appearance. She looks sweet, simple, and pleasant. She looked like she could be a mom. She looked pretty. She also looked out of place, as though she didn't belong there, and she knew it. She looked around, slowly, not really looking for anyone in particular, but just to get a feel for the place, and perhaps a place to sit. She also looked uncomfortable.
She found a table, removed her coat, and sat down, putting down her purse, but still looking around nervously. Her coat had done a great job of hiding everything below her chin. Before that moment, all he could see was her long chestnut hair. But when it came off, it revealed the pretty dress she wore underneath. As she moved, the dress outlined the almost hourglass figure hidden underneath. He could feel her uneasiness - it felt like his. Should he run over there and say hello, possibly scaring her away. Or should he wait, and let her get comfortable, risking that some other guy will beat him to introductions? Some women seem to like the suave, handsome stranger who can start slow and gentle, and expertly change his language to bring in sexy banter, eventually having her take his arm as they leave for a place a little more comfortable - knowing "talk" really isn't the objective.
"I expected to crash and burn before I got here, so why prolong the inevitable," he thought to himself. He stood up and walked over to her, his heart pounding.
"May I sit with you and pretend to save you from all the other guys who, without a doubt, would like to make a pass at you?" he said with a small smile, in his most un-intimidating voice he could think of.
"What?" she asked, with skepticism in both her voice and facial expression. But all he could see where her eyes. Those big, beautiful, brown eyes. They looked at him as though he was a teenager that just did something unthinkable, and he felt his pounding heart skip a beat.
"Er, sorry," he said, "I'm not sure what to say. I was hoping to get over here and meet you before anyone else, but maybe...I don't know...maybe I'm doing it all wrong. I'm not really into this bar scene. I saw you come in and you looked a little nervous. I thought if you let me sit here with you, you might eventually relax and enjoy your time. I can go away if you prefer."
"Ah, let me think about it," she said. Crash and burn.
"Ok, I'll just go back to where I came from," he said, and returned to his place at the bar.
He noticed the ring on her finger, but he didn't care. He had hoped she was here for the same reason he was, but wasn't surprised at his expected failure.
It didn't take long for another patron to walk over with a big smile and make his introductions. She smiled, he sat down, and he began to talk. Her smile disappeared. Her uneasiness, which had not gone far, returned. It was just a few moments later that she gradually stood up, picked up her purse and coat, looked around, and walked over to the bar next to her previous crash victim.
"I think I'll be better off talking to you," she said. Uh, oh. Now what.
"How about we pretend we are together to scare off the others," he said, hoping he didn't say the wrong thing. "Perhaps I could buy you a drink to make it more convincing?" he proposed. It didn't sound like a pick up line, did it?
She looked him in the eye with some nervous hesitancy. "Ah, I guess so," she said.
"What are you interested in? Beer, wine, ... water?"
"Ah, I guess wine - I don't know." She still seemed a bit overwhelmed.
"Well I think it depends on how you feel, and wine is probably a good choice for calming the nerves," he said. I don't really know anything about wine. Do you have a favorite?" he asked.
"I don't know. White, maybe?"
"Excuse me," he said to the bartender, "could you get her a glass of white wine, please? Thanks."
When she walked into the bar, she wasn't exactly sure WHAT to expect. She was frustrated with her marriage and didn't really know what to do about it. Yes, Frank was a good guy, but his interest in the bedroom seemed, well, non-existent. She wanted a little romance, a little excitement, a little, she didn't know, "something". She fantasized about a couple of things, but was afraid Frank would get upset, and she didn't like him to be upset. Frank was a guy who liked to hang out with the guys, sports, and beer. They had a good family and a good home, but that little extra something, that little bit of excitement...well, it just wasn't there. And she was tired of waiting for something to happen. So while Frank was busy with his buddies, and the kids were in bed, she left the house to go "shopping". She had left before, driving around, not exactly sure what to do. But this time, she decided to venture into a bar and see what happened. Maybe she'd walk in and find Magic Mike, who would take her into his big, strong arms, kiss her, rip off her clothes, and make passionate love to her on one of the tables. Hey, a girl can dream, can't she? Or maybe... she had other fantasies.
But the guy sitting next to her was not Magic Mike. He seemed like an older married guy, probably in his 50's or 60's - with his salt and pepper hair (heavy on the salt), it was tough to be sure. But he was nice for the moment. She wasn't sure if he was just a nice guy, or a pervert with good acting skills. But he seemed safer than the guy who sat down at her table without asking, and was clearly looking for something quick and superficial. She might be looking for something superficial herself, but coming from a guy like that, in the first 15 seconds, does not make a girl feel comfortable. She'd see if this nice guy, this guy who wasn't trying to pressure her with a bunch of questions, was, well, nice, but not too nice.
This guy...what is his name anyway?
"My name is Molly. What's yours?" she asked.
"I'm Jack," he said, extending his hand. She shook his hand, and he said, "pleased to meet you." Hmm, he might have some manners.
After a couple of awkward moments, Jack asked, "So what made you decide to come sit with me? That guy is much better looking than I ever will be...or ever was."
