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And another after that.
Soon enough, I am feelingnopain. My thoughts swirl, one morphing right into the next without much cohesion to any of them. The one common theme between them is that they’re all dirty.
While my sisters tell stories, I fantasize about stories IwishIcould tell. Fantasizing isn’t something I do all that often–mainly because it’s just a reminder of what I’m missing. It’s easier not to think about it.
But now, the rum coursing through me has brought down the walls inside my brain so that the dirty thoughts are taking over. All I can think about is having a guy remind me of exactly what I’m missing. Someone torattle my cageas Ronnie likes to say.
I know this could be a double-edged sword. I could find someone who could curl my toes, butI could also find another colossal disappointment. Either way, maybe I could get it out of my system.
Usually, I wouldn’t be one to go out looking for a hook-up. Hell, I am not one to go out in general. But right now, this idea is sounding better and better. The alcohol is making me far more brazen than I’m used to.
While my sisters continue to gab, I start looking around to see if there are any hotties lurking around. We are at Giddy Ups, so I’m not sure I’ll have a ton of luck.
The first guy that catches my eye has curly, sandy blonde hair and sun kissed skin. He’s cute, but I’m pretty sure he’s at least a few years younger than me.
Who cares? It’s not like I’m going to marry the guy.
Listen to me. I’m starting to sound like Ronnie.
Looking at him, I can’t tell if I think he’d be good at it or a frat guy who onlythinkshe’s good at it. I guess there’s really no way to tell.
Guys should really come with warning labels.
Warning: This man will only last two pumps before leaving you completely unsatisfied.
Or…
Warning: This man will fuck you so good you may not be able to walk tomorrow.
But now, it’s a guessing game where more often than not, you’re left disappointed.
Despite my reservations, I still want to see what kind of trouble I can get into…even if only to prove that I’m not some boring old lady bound to die alone.
I look back at the cute guy with the sandy hair. But now, he’s accompanied by a woman who is currently shoving her tongue down his throat.
Okay, never mind.
The next guy I see who isn’t already with someone is out on the small dance floor, wearing what is maybe the largest cowboy hat I’ve ever seen.
No thanks.
Maybe it’s a lost cause at Giddy Ups.
As I suck down some more of the fishbowl, I keep glancing around the room, slowly losing hope.
Then, something catches my eye. There’s a guy sitting with a friend at a corner table. I can’t really see the friend because his back is to me. It doesn’t matter. The first guy is what I’m interested in.
He has dark buzz-cut hair coupled with a thick, dark beard. He is slightly leaned back in his chair with his large arms crossed over his chest. His biceps look freaking huge and tattoos snake up and down the exposed skin. He has a broad chest and a thick frame. I can’t see how tall he is, but I assume it’s tall enough.
My eyes stay locked on him as he seems to be listening intently to what the other guy is saying, but he must feel the weight of my gaze because he glances over at me. At first, it’s quick as though he’s just trying to feel whose eyes are on him. It occurs to me that I probably seem like a total creeper. I’m just about to look away when he stares back at me. His piercing eyes meet mine. I’m not sure if I should feel awkward. Probably. But the alcohol is stifling my embarrassment. This time, his eyeslinger, and he gives me a sexy smile. It takes a minute for my mind to catch up to tell my mouth to smile back.
When I do, Ronnie takes notice. “Why the hell are you cheesing?” She turns her head to follow my gaze. “Oh, I see.”
Everyone else turns to look as well, prompting me to slap my hand on the table to try to get their attention. But it doesn’t work, and now, my hand hurts.
Thankfully, the guy went back to looking at his friend.
“Guys!” I snap, getting them all to turn back to me. “We were just looking at each other, and he smiled, so I smiled back.”
