Another journal entry from the US.1 road trip to Key West. First night in Key West and I'm hanging around the local bar named The Green Parrot. It's about midnight and I've been drinking Rum and Cokes with some old school bikers out front of the bar. There's a band about to play another set of swinging blues, and I find my way to the pool table to wait out the buzz before I go back to the van.
"I saw her walk across the shadowy bar a couple times. Tall, long legs, good looking dark haired women. I go about my business watching the games on the pool table until I notice the dark haired beauty doing the ol' classic finger curl beaconing me over to her from across the table. I stand up and stumble over the obstacles of pool cues and butt lurching bodies. She says her name is Kim and hands me a shot. Something named a "Beer Barrel". We drank them down them them instantly hands me a Corona to drink also. She tells me shes a waitress at a local restaurant and is married, but will soon be divorced. The bands playing now and I really cant hear what shes telling me but I'm nodding and checking her out a bit more. Tight blue jeans, sandals, a black spaghetti strap tank top, black eyes, and a cute fleshy belly. All the drinks from the night really caught up to me and I was having a hard time focusing and was ready to head to bed. We stood there telling our storys of how we both ended up in Key West. When I gave her a hug goodnight she pulled me close and we wound up making out. She wasn't playing around and soon I wasn't either. My road induced female starvation was kicking in as our tongues and hands slid over each other. I looked around and no one was gulking as we stood on the on the fringes of the pool tables florescent light. Hell, I'm on the road. first night in an unknown town making out with a mysterious married women, but somehow I didn't care. I did ponder the thought of her soon to be ex-husband cracking a bottle over my head as I made out with her, but I over rode all signals of danger. My hands rode the small of her back... tight body... a look of Spanish in her eyes that I knew had an excited and sad story to tell. We didn't know each other for more then just the basic outline of our lives, but this experience was pure, desperate yes, but..."
The story goes on, moves into the parking lot but it mostly centers around that point of no return, and having to say goodnight but we don't necessary need to go into that.
"I saw her walk across the shadowy bar a couple times. Tall, long legs, good looking dark haired women. I go about my business watching the games on the pool table until I notice the dark haired beauty doing the ol' classic finger curl beaconing me over to her from across the table. I stand up and stumble over the obstacles of pool cues and butt lurching bodies. She says her name is Kim and hands me a shot. Something named a "Beer Barrel". We drank them down them them instantly hands me a Corona to drink also. She tells me shes a waitress at a local restaurant and is married, but will soon be divorced. The bands playing now and I really cant hear what shes telling me but I'm nodding and checking her out a bit more. Tight blue jeans, sandals, a black spaghetti strap tank top, black eyes, and a cute fleshy belly. All the drinks from the night really caught up to me and I was having a hard time focusing and was ready to head to bed. We stood there telling our storys of how we both ended up in Key West. When I gave her a hug goodnight she pulled me close and we wound up making out. She wasn't playing around and soon I wasn't either. My road induced female starvation was kicking in as our tongues and hands slid over each other. I looked around and no one was gulking as we stood on the on the fringes of the pool tables florescent light. Hell, I'm on the road. first night in an unknown town making out with a mysterious married women, but somehow I didn't care. I did ponder the thought of her soon to be ex-husband cracking a bottle over my head as I made out with her, but I over rode all signals of danger. My hands rode the small of her back... tight body... a look of Spanish in her eyes that I knew had an excited and sad story to tell. We didn't know each other for more then just the basic outline of our lives, but this experience was pure, desperate yes, but..."
The story goes on, moves into the parking lot but it mostly centers around that point of no return, and having to say goodnight but we don't necessary need to go into that.