Holy shit. HOLY FUCKING SHIT.
I went to karaoke last night with my roomy Emo in hopes that maybe I'd find a hot chick to flirt with. As soon as I walk in, I take a quick gander across the room, see nothing of immediate interest, and proceed to the back of the bar to get a Beam & Coke and snag a copy of the song list book so I can pick out a couple things to sing. That's when I notice one of my ex-girlfriends (not the one I was obsessing over) is singing Tori. She smiled at me and waved as I passed to get my drink, and I returned the gesture. I went straight to Emo and said "We need to get the fuck out of here before I end up with her at the end of the night." But we were both in the mood to hang out there and belt out a few songs, so despite my premonition, we stayed.
Throughout the course of the night, my ex and I started talking quite a bit, and she *is* a very sweet and attractive woman. Our conversation kind of lit up old times for both of us, and slowly but surely, we were holding hands, kissing, hugging, and groping like the old days. How the hell am I supposed to keep my hands of a beautiful thin girl in VELVET for christ sake? It takes a restraining order to keep me from feeling velvet. Anywho, my buddy Emo after his last song tells me he's going to walk back to our place and let me do my thing. (We only live a couple blocks from the bar.)
After he took off my ex and I each sang one more song, and decided to head out. I walked her to her car which was in thr front row of a parking lot right across the street from the bar. We were trying to decide what to do next, and couldn't come up with any place intresting to go, so I hopped in the passenger seat where we could discuss it out of the chilly night air.
Then, like a couple of high school kids, we started making out like crazy in the car. Making out leading to heavy petting, heavy petting leading into, well, everything else. So after a while people are leaving the bars and the cops are patrolling for drunk drivers, we're still in the car going at it full steam, only moderately trying to keep an eye out for any passerby that might have taken a second look. I forgot how good this woman can "go." (eh? Know what I mean? Know wht I mean? Grin grin, wink wink, nudge nudge, say no more!) Thoroughly amazing.
Anywho, after we wrapped up and all seats retured to their normal upright position, she gave me her number again. She told me if nothing else she was glad we had that night together, and although she'd like to get something going again, I didn't *have* to call. Well, I'm going to call, but when we talk we are going to have some things to discuss before I consider getting back in a relationship with her. I did leave her once before, and we're going to have to fix those problems before I'm willing to move on.
I went to karaoke last night with my roomy Emo in hopes that maybe I'd find a hot chick to flirt with. As soon as I walk in, I take a quick gander across the room, see nothing of immediate interest, and proceed to the back of the bar to get a Beam & Coke and snag a copy of the song list book so I can pick out a couple things to sing. That's when I notice one of my ex-girlfriends (not the one I was obsessing over) is singing Tori. She smiled at me and waved as I passed to get my drink, and I returned the gesture. I went straight to Emo and said "We need to get the fuck out of here before I end up with her at the end of the night." But we were both in the mood to hang out there and belt out a few songs, so despite my premonition, we stayed.
Throughout the course of the night, my ex and I started talking quite a bit, and she *is* a very sweet and attractive woman. Our conversation kind of lit up old times for both of us, and slowly but surely, we were holding hands, kissing, hugging, and groping like the old days. How the hell am I supposed to keep my hands of a beautiful thin girl in VELVET for christ sake? It takes a restraining order to keep me from feeling velvet. Anywho, my buddy Emo after his last song tells me he's going to walk back to our place and let me do my thing. (We only live a couple blocks from the bar.)
After he took off my ex and I each sang one more song, and decided to head out. I walked her to her car which was in thr front row of a parking lot right across the street from the bar. We were trying to decide what to do next, and couldn't come up with any place intresting to go, so I hopped in the passenger seat where we could discuss it out of the chilly night air.
Then, like a couple of high school kids, we started making out like crazy in the car. Making out leading to heavy petting, heavy petting leading into, well, everything else. So after a while people are leaving the bars and the cops are patrolling for drunk drivers, we're still in the car going at it full steam, only moderately trying to keep an eye out for any passerby that might have taken a second look. I forgot how good this woman can "go." (eh? Know what I mean? Know wht I mean? Grin grin, wink wink, nudge nudge, say no more!) Thoroughly amazing.
Anywho, after we wrapped up and all seats retured to their normal upright position, she gave me her number again. She told me if nothing else she was glad we had that night together, and although she'd like to get something going again, I didn't *have* to call. Well, I'm going to call, but when we talk we are going to have some things to discuss before I consider getting back in a relationship with her. I did leave her once before, and we're going to have to fix those problems before I'm willing to move on.
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