The guys I hung with last weekend were out of town, so I was solo last night. There was the lightning game (I scored tix for game 5), the fight and a race on, so I headed down to the bar I mentioned a few weeks ago to knock back one or two, watch the events and go home. That was the plan.
After a while a blonde walks in, looks about mid 30's, I'm sober and she's not to bad looking, and I could tell by her accent she was from the same place I just moved from. So the convo was easy and fun and we started getting into shots. Long story short she spends the night over at my place.
I get up in the morning to make some coffee, and as I walk through the living room I noticed a cane next to the front door. My younger brother just moved in and his little crop of buddies are into the goth stuff, so the cane didn't seem unusual to me.
Apparently, it was something. Because I decided to comment on it as I went back to the bedroom with the coffee, because after I got done with my little freak speach she said "That's my cane." Well, not only did I feel a little stupid, but it dawned on me that I was flipping & tossing this girl around all night long. Alright, so maybe I wasn't as big as I thought....
Anyway she's going on about an accident and somewhere in there I hear, "...my grandson".
Oh good god, I'm thinking. I just banged someone's grandma. And I didn't hold back either, man. I was talking dirty and everything. "That's right girl, get wet. Get wet for me..."
Yeah ok. So it was about as bad as it gets, until she asked me what time it was. After telling her she said, "Oh. It's medicaton time".
Fuuuuuuck.
At this point, I'm just looking for the cheery on top: The pace maker.
Yeah. You could say I wrapped it up real quick and banned bars forever. She was actually only 42 (I worked in asking to see her ID telling her she looked younger), but the whole thing scarred me anyway. It was to weird.
I'm considering taking up on smoking pot just for the memory loss.
C'mon guys. Make me feel better. Tell me a story of your own.
After a while a blonde walks in, looks about mid 30's, I'm sober and she's not to bad looking, and I could tell by her accent she was from the same place I just moved from. So the convo was easy and fun and we started getting into shots. Long story short she spends the night over at my place.
I get up in the morning to make some coffee, and as I walk through the living room I noticed a cane next to the front door. My younger brother just moved in and his little crop of buddies are into the goth stuff, so the cane didn't seem unusual to me.
Apparently, it was something. Because I decided to comment on it as I went back to the bedroom with the coffee, because after I got done with my little freak speach she said "That's my cane." Well, not only did I feel a little stupid, but it dawned on me that I was flipping & tossing this girl around all night long. Alright, so maybe I wasn't as big as I thought....
Anyway she's going on about an accident and somewhere in there I hear, "...my grandson".
Oh good god, I'm thinking. I just banged someone's grandma. And I didn't hold back either, man. I was talking dirty and everything. "That's right girl, get wet. Get wet for me..."
Yeah ok. So it was about as bad as it gets, until she asked me what time it was. After telling her she said, "Oh. It's medicaton time".
Fuuuuuuck.
At this point, I'm just looking for the cheery on top: The pace maker.
Yeah. You could say I wrapped it up real quick and banned bars forever. She was actually only 42 (I worked in asking to see her ID telling her she looked younger), but the whole thing scarred me anyway. It was to weird.
I'm considering taking up on smoking pot just for the memory loss.
C'mon guys. Make me feel better. Tell me a story of your own.