I’ll never forget the first time we meet in the Bar on 4th Street. You were with a group of friends but you stood out, being the loudest and most obnoxious of your group. I was immediately attracted you, who could not be. What a sight you were with your tight jeans and sweater that accented your great figure. I knew after a couple more drinks you would be flashing the bar. Do you remember on the way back to my place you had to use the lady’s room but refused to use a public restroom? You asked me to hold the car door open as you squatted to take care of business. Do you know how attractive you were with your pants around your ankles? It was even kind of cute when you fell over and could barely stand up to pull your pants up. Being the gentlemen I am, I of course helped you get your composure.
Then back at my place, the sweet love we made, never better. I am glad you had the presence of mind to wait until after our loving make to get sick and pass out on the bathroom floor. I didn’t even know you were there until I tripped over you when I went to bathroom. I could tell you were a little upset with me by the string of obscenities you let fly. I knew you didn’t mean it. I would have been a little beside myself had I awaken in a pool of vomit in some stranger’s bathroom. But true to form just like the trooper you are you didn’t even mention it the next morning, it was like it never happened.
I made breakfast for you next morning what little you ate was washed down with a six- pack and half a bottle of whiskey. What a girl even on my best day I couldn’t keep up with you. We spent the afternoon by the pool luckily you couldn’t make it to the water you probably would have drowned. Everyone thought you were great except “T” she said you kept knocking over her drink every time you tried to get out of your lounge chair. I think you were right that she was just jealous you were getting all the attention. She should just get over it, it wasn’t your fault you kept falling out of your top.
I heard what happened the next day after you left. I have to ask did you really think that you were in a gas station when you told the toll taker to fill it up with unleaded or just your crazy sense of humor. Damn those toll takers, I guess that’s what happens when you do an eight-hour shift in all those gas fumes, you lose your sense of humor. Then to add insult to injury they had the nerve to call the cops, but that’s a different story.
Anyway, your AA classes should be over now. How about we hook up again for a drink it’s been awhile. I had a great time and would love to see you again but I think you may have a bit of a problem with using public restrooms. I think you really should get some help with that phobia. Let’s not this become a missed connection, give me a holler, I know you read CL and I never got your info.