Opinionated Thought

Taking Sand to the Beach

Culture - American

Accompanying three ladies to the club was not that bad. In fact it was rather interesting playing wing man to a couple of women. Is there any other time that you are happy to play the proverbial cock block? Or how about running interference on a bad conversation? As hard as men try it’s interesting to get a little insight from the woman’s perspective.

I’ve been working on starting this story for a few days now and I don’t know where begin. For starters we had a great time but nothing dramatic happened. Then again, how did we end up on the lake at 3 o’clock in the morning? The reason I’m writing about my escapades is to learn from my mistakes through reflection and entertainment. Hopefully you can get a cheap laugh at my expense as I mull over my mismanaged personal life…

The flattery: Shortly after arriving a friend and I grabbed a table and waited for the other two to show. So I took this opportunity to freshen up and use the restroom. On the way back from the loo I found myself caught on the phone and diverted my path of travel to the other side of the bar to complete my conversation. Upon ending the call I rejoined my friend at our table only to turn to see this blonde woman following me. She proceeded up to the table and asked if I was the guy on the phone that just walked the other side of bar. I acknowledged that I was and she proceeded to praise me for my smell? She then asked what type of cologne I was wearing. The fact that this girl was so forward really turned me on to her although she wasn’t really my type. The only problem was that I don’t wear cologne. So the conversation turned awkward and she didn’t join our table but it was flattering none the less.

The evening: Drinking, dancing and as much meaningless conversation as I could muster. And oh did I muster. For the most part I was open to talking to anyone and everyone except the one girl I was drooling over. Her, I never managed to speak to. As I was resting my chicken feathers I managed to strike up a conversation with this little blonde bombshell. She was too tall for me so I was at ease and the interaction was going well. Then she asked my age and I returned the curiosity with an inquiry of my own only to learn she was only eighteen! Ouch… My only other prospect was a recently divorced mother of two that was about to file bankruptcy and headed towards foreclosure. (She asked me about what kind of work I did and the beans began to spill) The part that got me was the ‘recently’. I was hoping to earn her business (after all she has a house to sell!) so I put her squarely in the friends column and as expected she never called. Any person that will not give you a phone number does not want to talk to you.

At this night spot five exits farther north on Ga400 than I’ve ever been was over all an average evening. Leave it to the ladies to mix it up a bit. As we’re leaving they have two guys in tow that seem to be pretty cool folks. Someone mentioned beers and a boat and I was onboard! The time on the boat was ok but the water was cold and I wasn’t going to be the only one swimming in my underwear. So we hung out a bit, drank a few more beers and sped around the cove in a nearly pitch black night under the glow of the moon with a chill of summer in the air. Good times…

So that’s it. We all went in and I managed to get my passenger home on time and still caught a couple of hours of sleep before I met with my client the next day. We found a couple of houses she liked and with work coming early next week also comes a couple of more offers out! And this concludes my weekend. Done.

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