It was still kind of early and we were working on our third beer ( I was, Bill was on 4 or 5) when Bill grabbed my arm, lifted it in the air, turned to the mostly female population at the bar and said I have a virgin here, how much do I hear? All I could think of was How could I let myself be embarrassed like this again? I steeled myself to slink out amongst the expected laughter when I noticed there wasn't any.It was still kind of early and we were working on our third beer ( I was, Bill was on 4 or 5) when Bill grabbed my arm, lifted it in the air, turned to the mostly female population at the bar and said I have a virgin here, how much do I hear? All I could think of was How could I let myself be embarrassed like this again? I steeled myself to slink out amongst the expected laughter when I noticed there wasn't any. Looking around, all I saw was expectant and, in some cases, hungry looks. I grinned sheepishly at the wolves and said nothing, just kept sipping my beer. Being 19 and not a professional drinker, the beer started having its effect. I remember talking to a lot of the women there (the beer relieved some of my inhibitions) but was not attacked by any of them. The band started playing and I danced with the women I was speaking with. During one dance, I noticed a new woman enter the bar. Beautiful! About 34, 5'6, brunette, and a body that would knock you socks off. She was obviously a regular since she said hi to almost everyone there. I didn't pay much attention to her since she looked so damn good. Figured my chances, coupled with my inexperience and age, were nil (typical of ALL my thinking about girls/women at that time). The woman I was dancing with saw me looking and just smiled. After the dance was over, my partner excused herself saying she had to talk with some friends. I went back to the bar and talked a while with Bill. I noticed that my last dance partner was talking to the brunette but I didn't think anything of it. Next thing I knew I was being tapped on the shoulder. Turning around I almost choked on my beer; it was the brunette asking me if I wanted to dance. Nodding my affirmation (thank God I didn't have to open my mouth and make a fool of myself) I followed her out to the dance floor. |