Note to self: Don’t rub another woman when out on a date.
Plush, Benefactor, The Journalist and I headed out for a night of dancing last night. At one point in the evening, I went to the bar to get Plush a drink. As I stood there against the bar, she walked over (looking like a million bucks in red, I might add) and leaned in next to me. I reached out for her while trying to catch the bartender’s eye and I gently rest my hand on the bare skin of her arm and stroked it with my fingertips. I heard Plush say, “Um…,” and I turned around to see that I was, in fact, rubbing another woman’s arm where it rested on the bar between myself and Plush. Both Plush and this woman were looking at me with slightly amused grins on their face. I said, “I’m so sorry!” The other woman laughed and said, “Well, it felt nice.” Whoops.
I saw another friend at the bar… and said friend’s ditched date whom I had met just a bit earlier in the evening when they were still together. Not cool. I saw her walk up to the bar by herself, looking a bit upset, and excused myself from the group and walked over to her. I said, “Hey, let me buy you a drink. Come join us.” She smiled but did not say much. She was terribly kind and spent the majority of what remained of the evening with us. Benefactor charmed her and we discovered that she works near both Benefactor and me so we have tentative plans to all meet for lunch sometime. I hope that it pans out.
I spent the majority of the evening dancing with Plush, who moves like liquid. Liquid you’d like to bite. If it were possible to inhale her, I might have succeeded. Alas, she is out of town now for a week so I’m left trying to inhale a memory of the evening until we see each other again.
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April 6th, 2008 at 7:33 pm
At first, I red that subject line as “Don’t rub one out with another woman while on a date.” I was puzzled, and thought, “For chrissake, I’d avoid rubbing one out while out in PUBLIC, let alone on a date!”
And then I realized that’s not what you were talking about. Hoooo-boy.
April 6th, 2008 at 7:33 pm
Er, that’s “read,” not “red.” All that talk of self-love in public has got me in a tizzy.
April 6th, 2008 at 7:54 pm
Avitania – Of course, that’s probably decent advice in its own right – not rubbing one out with another woman while on a date. In fact, maybe rubbing one out entirely, with or without a woman, while out on a date should be frowned upon.
I was pretty red-faced when I realized it was another woman.
These things only happen to me.
April 6th, 2008 at 9:45 pm
You should have totally played it off real smoov. Given the tilted eyebrow with the seductive eye squint. Rrrrooowwwrrrrr
At that point you might as well go with it.
April 6th, 2008 at 10:58 pm
You know what happened to Mike Cherico when HE rubbed another woman while out with a date…. hahahah.
I like how cute you are about Plush. It makes me smile.
April 6th, 2008 at 11:59 pm
That’s just too good. I’ll have to chew on that one for a while. I’m sure I’m going to have to refer to this in my own post somehow. I’ve been the recipient of un-intended affection from all manner of male – little boys clinging to my leg only to look up in horror to discover that I was not their mommy, and big boys grabbing me, only to look in shock and awe at the bonus they got by grabbing the wrong chick. Heh heh… I can dream, can’t I?
April 7th, 2008 at 7:53 am
LynchSeattle – How shall I say this…the arm I rubbed belonged to a far less attractive woman than the arm I intended to rub…so I’m pretty sure any attempt at acting smooth on my part would have been poorly done and possibly resulted in me getting challenged as the woman’s date’s arms were wrapped around her.
April 7th, 2008 at 7:55 am
MsCheevious – I’m sure you’d be a nice surprise for an unsuspecting person!
Of course, when one is expecting Plush and gets something else…well, it’s bound to be a disappointment.
April 7th, 2008 at 8:24 am
Once upon a time, I grabbed the hand of my date at the bar, and made our way through the crowd. When I finally got up the bar to order a drink, I turned around with a smile to ask what drink do you prefer, and realized I was holding the hand of someone completely different. He grinned and said “Where we goin now?” I had to laugh. LOL
Sounds like a good weekend for you RE. I’m pleased to hear that.
April 7th, 2008 at 8:28 am
QTMama,
The reverse situation (opposite of rubbing the wrong person) sounds quite good, actually! And, I won’t lie to you, I’d probably have let you drag me halfway around the bar and figure out for yourself that you were holding the wrong person’s hand before I said something. That was a smart man.
It was a nice weekend – and it sounds like you had one, too – which is fantastic.
High-Fives on the kick ass weekends, beautiful!
-R.
April 7th, 2008 at 9:08 am
ahh…in my clubbing days (not so long ago) I went to the bar for a drink after dancing my ass off one night – and while drinking promptly headed for my table.
Head down sucking water like a dehydrated camel I sit down in what was supposed to be an empty chair. Only it wasn’t and I end up sitting on the lap of guy with leather pants and far too much chest hair to be anything but porno creepy.
Sort of disturbing to have some weird guys hands on your ass when you don’t expect it. Especially when he actually thinks you meant to sit on his lap and now he wants you stay there.
April 7th, 2008 at 10:32 am
I can’t stop laughing @ avitania’s comment.
That being said, the fact that Plush moves like “liquid you want to bite” is hot. I might have to use that one. Meow!
April 7th, 2008 at 10:50 am
SnarkyRunner – Oy, that Mike Cherico sounds like an ass, no?
And I’m glad you see it as cute – as it is hard to write about her in terms that either don’t melt my fingertips or set my keyboard on fire.
April 7th, 2008 at 10:51 am
Tiffany – I suppose it must not say too much for the guy if a girl (even though drunk) mistakes him for a chair. heh. Nice work!
April 7th, 2008 at 10:53 am
Lily – re: “liquid you want to bite.” Ah, good – then I’ve aptly described the feeling. I’d have written more but, again, might have set my keyboard on fire.
April 7th, 2008 at 11:24 am
See…. CUTE!!!