kloiterra

"man, you should've stayed out last night," James told me, "that EMT was all about you."
the other night, after i quit my job, when i walked into the bar with him, the first thing i saw was a big, fine ass sitting at the bar. as the night progressed, i chatted this lady up a little, offered her a drink and surprised her with how old i am. some drunken douchebag was yapping at her when i decided that it was time for me to go. apparently, just after i'd left, she asked my buddy where his cute friend went. "oh man, she thought you were really good looking and she kept bringing it up, asking where you went. she would have made you feel better."
that's unusual...as far as i know, i've never looked my way into a woman's pants; i've always talked my way in.
hope she comes around again.
as he was telling me all this, a bartender that i know from another bar asks me if i fucked her friend Kendra.
"nope." "well, that's not what i heard," she says. "nah, she didn't really say that, but you should."
i told her that despite having slept in the same bed with her twice, we never did anything, didn't exchange phone numbers...i don't even know her last name. she told me that i should probably pursue that, so i had her call Kendra and tell her that she should call me.
hope she comes around again.
seems like it always happens like this--right about the time i start thinking about how long it's been since i've been with anyone, about the time the alone starts turning to lonely, they start coming out of the woodwork. two or three women appear and seem to be interested, then i start trying to figure out how i can start figuring them out without them figuring out that i'm trying to figure out another...
if this is a repeater cycle, they'll all disappear before anything happens.
i'll hope they come around again.