Tonight at a bar I met Fidelia.
She's a 43 year old paralegal and mother of two (17 and 21 year old girls--a cheerleader and a crackhead, respectively). Fidelia has been divorced for 6 years and can't find any men who can provide what she wants---which is basically companionship and good sex without any drama.
She insists she isn't interested in cheap one-night-stands, but it seems to me that if you have to bring up the topic of how much you don't want a one night stand like 15 times in a one hour conversation then you probably have something on your mind that you're trying to resist.
Not that I'm implying that she might have been picking up on me.
But she was really excited to give me her number. And made me walk her to the BART station. And wants me to go out with her on saturday.
Honestly, if I was drunker I might have gone for it. You could totally tell she was kinda hot back in the day, and she still works out and stuff. Plus Spanish-speaking women totally turn me on.
Yeah now that I'm thinking about it, I totally would've gone for it if I was drunker. After all, half the conversation was about how young men and older women like to fuck each other. She seems to know what she's talking about.
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The whole night I kept thinking of that song from the Sound of Music that goes: " I need someone older and wiser telling me wat to do..."
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Other random funniness:
--I told her my name was David and that I play the mandolin (no, I didn't say that all at once) and she later introduced me to her friend as "James [who] plays the cello"
--five minutes later she thought my friend Ryan was "James".
--Within the span of a half hour her freind asked me where I was from 3 times, where I lived now twice, what my name was twice, if I had heard of the city Ione twice and told me I was cute more times I can count. She also thanked a security guard for no aparent reason.
--Also you should have seen the freind Gina's face when Fidelia and I explained to her that her new friend Stacy (who Gina had been chatting with all night) was a "total lesbo". Gina hadn't picked up on it at all.
Somehow the topic of the Pope came of and both women agreed that the Pope would not aprove of Gina being a lesbo.
Also, Fidelia saw fit to proclaim that the pope was old.
Gina thought Fidelia wanted to "hump" him.
--it just goes on and on. you know how it is. Drunk middle-aged women are funny.
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Now I could go out and dance with Trixie and Chloe or I could just watch TV and go to bed.
:looks at empty wallet:
TV it is, then.
She's a 43 year old paralegal and mother of two (17 and 21 year old girls--a cheerleader and a crackhead, respectively). Fidelia has been divorced for 6 years and can't find any men who can provide what she wants---which is basically companionship and good sex without any drama.
She insists she isn't interested in cheap one-night-stands, but it seems to me that if you have to bring up the topic of how much you don't want a one night stand like 15 times in a one hour conversation then you probably have something on your mind that you're trying to resist.
Not that I'm implying that she might have been picking up on me.
But she was really excited to give me her number. And made me walk her to the BART station. And wants me to go out with her on saturday.
Honestly, if I was drunker I might have gone for it. You could totally tell she was kinda hot back in the day, and she still works out and stuff. Plus Spanish-speaking women totally turn me on.
Yeah now that I'm thinking about it, I totally would've gone for it if I was drunker. After all, half the conversation was about how young men and older women like to fuck each other. She seems to know what she's talking about.
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The whole night I kept thinking of that song from the Sound of Music that goes: " I need someone older and wiser telling me wat to do..."
---------------------
Other random funniness:
--I told her my name was David and that I play the mandolin (no, I didn't say that all at once) and she later introduced me to her friend as "James [who] plays the cello"
--five minutes later she thought my friend Ryan was "James".
--Within the span of a half hour her freind asked me where I was from 3 times, where I lived now twice, what my name was twice, if I had heard of the city Ione twice and told me I was cute more times I can count. She also thanked a security guard for no aparent reason.
--Also you should have seen the freind Gina's face when Fidelia and I explained to her that her new friend Stacy (who Gina had been chatting with all night) was a "total lesbo". Gina hadn't picked up on it at all.
Somehow the topic of the Pope came of and both women agreed that the Pope would not aprove of Gina being a lesbo.
Also, Fidelia saw fit to proclaim that the pope was old.
Gina thought Fidelia wanted to "hump" him.
--it just goes on and on. you know how it is. Drunk middle-aged women are funny.
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Now I could go out and dance with Trixie and Chloe or I could just watch TV and go to bed.
:looks at empty wallet:
TV it is, then.
maxx:
MILF! MILF! MILF!
coushti:
yeah you missed me by about a hour... well when you have the funds give me a call.. im able to go out a lot more now that i live in the city...
