Do You Get What You Ask for

So I met this girl at the bar the other night.

I was pretty drunk, so talking to her didn’t take a lot of courage. We started to talk and I wanted some alcohol so I asked if I could buy her a drink. I knew full well she had a full drink already, but I thought I’d ask so that she would come with me to the bar and I wouldn’t have to ditch her to get one for myself. We hit it off pretty well.

At least that’s the impression I got when she took her tongue out of my mouth long enough for me to look up and see my cousin mouthing me the words “YOU’RE THE F*CKIN’ MAN”.

I know they say you can always find something when you’re not looking for it, but this was too much… of a good thing. I was only there to support my best friend on his last night of freedom before getting married, so picking up chicks was the furthest thing from my mind. (Well almost)

It wasn’t like we just started talking out of nowhere. We’ve seen each other around, but have never spoken before that night. So if where I met her is an argument you’d like to have, enjoy it on your own time – I met her at the bar.

Now I don’t know what it was, but this was the best I’ve felt in a long time.

I had hands all over my body and lips all over my neck. That’s the sort of attention that demands reciprocation. Which I assure you was dealt with that certain amount of delicateness that only seduction has to offer. It’s a great feeling to be in that moment. I remember forgetting that I was at the bar, until I opened my eyes. For a moment there, I was gone, in my own little world.

By no means am I turning this into a love story about the girl whom made me feel like a million bucks. It would be nice if this were a million-dollar story about a girl I bucked, but that’s beside the point.

In all honesty, I don’t know if it was the girl, or the situation, or both. But you and I both know that when it happens, it’s always great. No matter how many times, it’s the last time that’s the best, or most memorable.