Since my divorce last year I have not really had time to play the mating game. Sure, I have had a few short term relationships and one night stands, but to be honest nothing that really floated my boat. I was looking at women my age -- mid thirties -- and finding them shallow and self-centred, but was I being a little too fussy? Any chance of finding a suitable female, or just a compatible fuck buddy, was based around regular Friday nights out with my mates, six of us hitting a few pubs and clubs around town and letting our hair down, which, I suppose is where my story begins.
We were in our last pub of the night before moving on to a club, when I was collared by a guy I'd recently completed some work for; I own a small building company specialising in barn conversions. This particular client was wealthy and wanted to buy me drink. He was in the middle of telling me how pleased he was with the work I'd done, when I became aware of my mates signalling they were keen to move on to a club. So, sipping up I made my excuses to the client, who was beginning to bore me anyhow, and left with them. On the way to the club I started to get the feeling that this was not going to be my lucky night.
We took up positions at the bar and individually searched the room for any available talent. Regrettably, I saw no one who captured my interest. The young ones were far to giggly and immature and only seemed interested in taking selfies, and most of the women in my age group were also glued to their phones.
The club we were frequenting had just reopened following a refurb and was looking good. The décor had been freshened up making it look more up-market, but it still didn't attract the kind of girl I was looking for. We'd been drinking for a half-hour or so, when Stevie nudged me.
"Hey, Paul, look over there, a trip down memory lane for you." I looked over at where he was pointing. "I remember her from your wedding." He said. "That's your ex-mother-in-law isn't it?"
He was right, among the group of women was Jenny. We exchanged glances and Jenny smiled. I hadn't seen Jenny since the divorce and I wasn't really sure what she thought of me now. She was a stuck up snob who'd always held the belief that her daughter had married below herself. But when all was said and done, Jenny and I got along OK. Stevie leaned into me to be heard above the music.
"Old stuffy knickers is the last person I expected to see out on the piss in a night club." He said.
All my mate's were of the same opinion regarding Jenny. But that wasn't surprising really following their rowdy behaviour at the reception that evening, with Jenny constantly throwing them dirty looks.
As I continued to gaze across at Jenny she got to her feet and walked over to where we were standing at the bar. To my surprise she put her arm around my neck pulled me close and kissed me on the cheek.
"Paul, It's nice to see you." She burbled. "How long as it been?" From the slur in her voice I quickly sussed that my new look ex-mother-in-law was a little tipsy.
"It's good to see you, too, Jenny. You're looking great." I said stepping back and admiring her from head to toe. Jenny had cut her blonde hair into a long bob and was wearing a tight fitting skirt and blouse, and for a woman fast approaching sixty she had a good body, the highlight of which was a fabulous pair of boobs. I recalled Jenny was big on top and tried to disguise the fact by always dressing down, wearing conservative clothes that hid her figure. Not now though! Wow! This woman looked great!
We tried chatting above the noise of the music, but it was awkward and when my pals announced they were moving on to 'Queens', Jenny said she'd better rejoin her friends. I don't why but I felt happy to see Jenny again and fancied continuing our conversation, plus Queens was a club I didn't like that much, full of young tarts and the music wasn't my taste. Sod it, I thought they can go on without me.
"Jenny, fancy a proper catch up over another drink?" I suggested. It had been a tough week and the thought of rolling into bed drunk at three in the morning did not really appeal -- I knew what the lads were capable of!
I fetched two more drinks from the bar and we found a booth where it was a little quieter and could hear each other speak. Jenny chatted about members of the family she thought I'd remember, but I wasn't really listening. I could not take my eyes off her. She had changed. Her make-up was heavier, but not over the top except for her lipstick, which was brighter and more excessive making her look tarty yet elegant at the same time. Her character had entirely changed and she seemed at ease and relaxed; this was not the Jenny I used to know.
Jenny told me she was here with friends, but when she looked over to where they'd been sitting it was occupied by an entirely new group of people, so it was pretty obvious they had left a while ago. I looked at my watch, more to give Jenny the impression my evening was coming to an end than a casual interest in the time. I said I needed my bed and would sort her a taxi if she wanted one. Jenny agreed it was time to go but said she needed the ladies first and as she walked away from the booth I did a double take of her exaggerated curvy figure in heels higher than I imagined she'd ever worn before and thought, hang on a minute Paul, this is my ex -mother-in-law, what the hell are you doing thinking about her in this manner.
Jenny took her time in the ladies and when she did appear I noticed she'd freshened her make-up... I couldn't believe the change in the woman! Outside the cool air hit Jenny. She wobbled unsteadily on the uneven pavement.
"Steady on." I said wrapping an arm around her waist.
"I'm fine, no worries" she said gathering herself.
I looked up and down the street for a cab.
"Didn't you buy a new apartment around here after the divorce Paul? Yes, I remember, a conversion in the dock area."
"That's right, a loft conversion in a warehouse. It's a short walk from here so I won't be needing a cab." I said still scouring the street for an available one to take Jenny home.
"Take me there, I would love to see it." Jenny said.
I looked at her. "What, at this time of night?" I released her and she swayed slightly.
