Kiss Like A Sailor
Yesterday, I was reminded of my one-and-only blind date. My friend thought that we would get along smashingly. Also, the guy was "taking a break" from his girlfriend. There is nothing better than a date with me to remind a man of all the reasons he really, really loves his girlfriend.
We met for bloody Mary's which is an excellent start to a date. If it is a good date, it is an excellent way to end the date. I didn't mind that he was shorter than I am. I liked that I could rest my drink on his head. Nor did I mind that he was about the age of my father.
We went to a Braves game. I don't understand baseball. It just doesn't make sense to me. One team is always young and athletic while the other team always looks like my dad and his buddies. Also, I have been over stirrup pants for ages. I decided that it was best for me to sit quietly and drink $14 Bud Lites.
He was a gentleman. He didn't even punch the guy that asked him if he could take his daughter out after the game. "Thanks, Daddy" I said when he passed me another beer.
After the game, we decided that more drinks were in order. We found a quiet bar. Over vodka, he told me about his adventures in the Navy. I was on my best behavior. I asked pertinent questions and never once mentioned that I like seamen. I still thought it in my head, though. Which is probably why I decided to stick my tongue down his throat.
And this is right about when the date started to go wrong.
"You're not like most women I've dated. All my Naval stories seem to bore them."
"You're not like most men. You're different." I fluttered my eyelashes and tried not to laugh about his navel stories.
"I know," he said. "I've been circumcised twice."
Curiosity and vodka got the better of me.
Thanks, 123Valerie for stirring up the past.