Woman For A Day (Part 2)

After a shower and a burger (I don’t want to go out drinking on an empty stomach), I meet up with the girls at the bar. A little shorter skirt, a little perfume, a little cleavage, and we turn heads when we walk in. Over drinks, I have the courage to ask the girls to play a game with me. “If I was a guy and I woke up in this body this morning, what would you want me to know? What would you be sure to tell me? What sort of thing would you NOT tell me?” They have some good laughs and I laugh along, all the while making mental notes.

In spite of the information, I’m getting frustrated. My sole goal tonight is to have awesome sex, preferably more than once, but there are many obstacles. I thought the nightclub was the way to go, but I’m not so sure now. I don’t really want to be the kind of ho that goes home with some guy from a nightclub, a guy who’s half drunk, not considerate in bed, and falls asleep after The Big O.

I can’t believe I’m thinking it, but damnit! I have needs too! More importantly, I have standards.

It’s only 10…still early in my book. I tell the girls that I’m feeling tired from my week and I’m going home. I’ve had a drink or two, but I feel fine.

I go home but don’t feel like turning in. Instead of admitting defeat and moping about, I walk down to a local coffee shop with live acoustic music on Friday nights. I sit outside on the patio with my latte listening to some decent Simon and Garfunkel and Beatles covers. During the song The Boxer, a rather hunky guy walks up to my table and asks if he can sit down. Blue jeans that highlight a very cute butt, and a strong chest. He looks familiar…he asks me if he saw me at the gym earlier today and it all clicks into place. Serendipity! One of the hotties from the gym I was checking out is having a seat across the table from me! It turns out he’s a friend of the duo onstage and is here to support them. We talk a little about how much Bally’s is the K-Mart of gyms, how we both grew up in the Midwest, share stories about our favorite concerts we’ve been to, our favorite trails to hike…we’re clicking (to say the least).

We hang out together until closing time, sincerely enjoying each other’s company. He’s a gentleman, he’s polite, he’s funny but respectful, and he’s hot. I mean, he was hot before he opened his mouth but now that we are talking and connecting he is getting hotter and hotter. I start throwing some playful and suggestive (but fairly innocent) remarks into the conversation, hinting at interest without being too overt. He’s so cute when he doesn’t know how to react to something I’ve said!

He offers to walk me out to my car but I told him I walked here from my place. He offers to drive me home, but I’m not sure I want to get in a car with him. So I say “no, but you could walk me home.” We walk to the front door of my apartment complex when he leans in to kiss me.

Good Lord, the boy can kiss! I look up with the steamiest look I can conjure and ask him if he wants to come up.

I fall asleep that night after discovering he’s a very tasteful and considerate lover (with a wild streak). I never knew multiple orgasms could be so fun! He stays over and I feel safe in his arms. Part of me wishes I could stick around to see how this continued, and part of me is ecstatic that I don’t have to worry about the morning after or looking like a ho.

I smile, say goodnight, and kiss him one last time.

At some point in the night my wife wakes me up by hitting me in the side and telling me to turn over because I’m snoring.