Last night, I met Hubby at a local bar. But before I could get to his table, a man stopped me. Tall guy, muscular. Nice face.
I had something he wanted to see, up close. He wouldn't let me go, until I showed him.
He made it clear, he wasn't going to take "no" for an answer. He was totally focused on me, and his eyes were locked on my face like I was the only woman in the room.
Hubby could wait. This guy mattered. Because, for that moment at least, I mattered to him. And he was curious about me, in a way few men are, these days. Honestly, even though my husband was just across the room, I never even considered holding back. I gave him exactly what he wanted. And we both were satisfied.
Yeah, God bless the bouncer who cards a woman the week before she turns 40.
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4 comments:
I love it! Really well written - I'm sitting here thinking "whoa, I am totally not internet friends with Christine anymore." Then I got to the end and had to laugh!
:) Thanks!
And, um, thanks for being concerned for me and Hubby ;)
It's kind of like how I found out that an acquaintance who is several months pregnant was drinking beer over the weekend...not really any of my business but concerning just the same.
LOVE being carded...I mean it never ever happens anymore, but on that ***rare**** occasion...
And yes, nice surprise ending! :-) :-) :-)
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