further back

Being in the car like this reminded me so very much of an earlier encounter, in fact the one that first piqued my interest in this variation of sex. Many years earlier I'd agreed to go out for drinks with a mutual friend of my lover. She and I wanted to see a band, and the guys had begged off to watch the football game at home. Well, due to youth, and foolishness perhaps, Laura and I had both decided to make this a night to remember.

We arrived at the club, a little dive well known for both good music and an eclectic crowd of mainly rockers, but with a few officeworkers, farmers, the occasional hippie and a few hardcore punk rockers mixed int for good measure. The band had already started their first set. Laura and I looked at one another, laughing, because the song list seemed as tired as the singer. Oh well, so much for music. We looked around. A table full of musicians sat off to our left. A couple tried valiantly to dance to AC/DC on the miniscule dancefloor; off on the other side a bachelorette party was in full swing, the guest of honor already slouched behind an ever growing array of empty glasses, staring blearily into her next drink and laughing when she dipped her veil in the brew.

I turned back to Laura just in time to see her giving her best 'come hither' look to the ...drummer at the next table. Oh boy...it was gonna be one of THOSE nights. I knew that before too long I'd be on my own. I glanced over to see how her intended target reacted and instead locked eyes with, I guessed, the frontman for the band. I barely noticed when Laura left our table to join them.