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And I'm not talking about paying for it, you sorry @ss ugly mofos! 
Read on.
Stumbled across a note today. Was cleaning up some stuff...well, throwing out some crap, OK? From inbetween some old papers a Post-It note fell out...old...stiff with age and brittle...with a little message scribbled to me in nice, flowing feminine handwriting. I read it and oh man...years came back to me...I had to share this with my friends that don't know me, but know me. Know what I mean?
*shimmering flashback sound*
The year is 1996. I am far from home on a business trip. I am not having fun...in fact, I'm miserable. The town/area that I'm in is a "business center" IOW, small back@ss town and if you're not actually working at the hotel/inn/bar/restaurant, you are only there on business and just passing through.
Next to the small hotel I was staying at was this little bar/club...a real dive type place, but from what I was told, everyone who's there on business hangs out there after work. Cheap drinks and a band at night...right up my alley.
Whatever....I'm alone...no cell phone (couldn't afford one back then) no laptop (see the previous sentence) so after my days' worth of meetings I go over to this dive intending on feeding the jukebox and drowning my sorrows in sweet, sweet demon-alcohol.
I'm standing at the bar...it's about 6:00PM...early. BSing with this dude and that dude. Over in the corner, sitting by herself, in the shadows...a woman. So what? Lots of women in this place...most of them doing the same thing I am...killing time.
But this woman looked different. Really bored. Really depressed...just...there. She goes to the restroom and comes back. Doesn't talk to anyone...doesn't DO anything..just sits there.
After killing 4 or 5 drinks in about 30 minutes I muster the balls to walk over....I have no idea what I'm going to say.....
She's average looking. Tall...almost my height...I figure she's 5'10" or so. (I later learned she was 5'8", but oh well).
I walk over and said something like "well, I figure if you're gonna sit here an be all depressed, you need a depressed partner to hang out with..I don't wanna be here any more than you do, apparently!" <---something like that.
She didn't smile. But she said "well....sit down then and keep me company" Really deadpan...I mean, this chick was just___sad.
We started yapping. Not "talk me into bed" yapping, but mature, lonely type yapping, if that makes any sense.
She was in town on business and didn't want to be there either. At that point, other guys came walking over trying to yap w/her, but she was really rude to them. I had to laugh...to myself of course.
Turns out we were staying in the same rundown hotel...different sides of the building. I was alone, but she was there with several coworkers, who were staying in adjacent rooms to hers...yet she was there alone...strange...she said she didn't want to hang out w/them. I can understand that.
We talked and talked . I walked her back to her room and we said goodnight. Went to my room and went to sleep.
The next day at lunch, I went back to my room to get something. There was a note shoved under the door. From her. It said:
That was it. After work, I went back. She was mucho friendly...I was very turned on. She was so....open about it...know what I mean?
She suggested we go for a drive. I had a rental car, she did not. We parked in back of some store or something...fooled around...she was very with it. She suggested we find someplace to stay for the night. She didn't want to go back to the hotel we were staying at for fear of getting busted by one of her coworkers. (BTW, she wore no rings at all....not that it would have mattered to me one bit)
We found a motel. We got a room. It was beautiful. We did the "Consenting Adults Thing" Two people that both want the same thing, no questions asked, no guilt, no hard feelings. We took a shower together, talked, laughed and honestly made really sweet love.
Was it the best I've ever had? Nope. Not even close. But the HONESTY of it....was a beautiful thing. No rushing. No assumptions. No pressure to perform. It lasted all night....we spent 1/2 the time talking....it was beautiful.
We hooked up again the day after, but it wasn't as good as the night before. It was OK, but just....OK.
I ripped that note to shreds about an hour ago...it is from a chapter of my life that I've long forgotten. It was bittersweet remembering those two nights.....not the usual "met her at the club wham-bam-thank-you-maam" type of deal.
We found each other attractive, yes, but we were two people far from home in need of something...it started out as conversation and ended up being a wonderful memory I won't soon forget.
Her name was Rene. She lived in Colorado someplace back in 1996. I hope you are well, Rene. I hope your life turned out to be everything you wanted it to be. Thanks for that night, pretty girl. You made me smile.
Read on.Stumbled across a note today. Was cleaning up some stuff...well, throwing out some crap, OK? From inbetween some old papers a Post-It note fell out...old...stiff with age and brittle...with a little message scribbled to me in nice, flowing feminine handwriting. I read it and oh man...years came back to me...I had to share this with my friends that don't know me, but know me. Know what I mean?
*shimmering flashback sound*
The year is 1996. I am far from home on a business trip. I am not having fun...in fact, I'm miserable. The town/area that I'm in is a "business center" IOW, small back@ss town and if you're not actually working at the hotel/inn/bar/restaurant, you are only there on business and just passing through.
Next to the small hotel I was staying at was this little bar/club...a real dive type place, but from what I was told, everyone who's there on business hangs out there after work. Cheap drinks and a band at night...right up my alley.
Whatever....I'm alone...no cell phone (couldn't afford one back then) no laptop (see the previous sentence) so after my days' worth of meetings I go over to this dive intending on feeding the jukebox and drowning my sorrows in sweet, sweet demon-alcohol.
I'm standing at the bar...it's about 6:00PM...early. BSing with this dude and that dude. Over in the corner, sitting by herself, in the shadows...a woman. So what? Lots of women in this place...most of them doing the same thing I am...killing time.
But this woman looked different. Really bored. Really depressed...just...there. She goes to the restroom and comes back. Doesn't talk to anyone...doesn't DO anything..just sits there.
After killing 4 or 5 drinks in about 30 minutes I muster the balls to walk over....I have no idea what I'm going to say.....
She's average looking. Tall...almost my height...I figure she's 5'10" or so. (I later learned she was 5'8", but oh well).
I walk over and said something like "well, I figure if you're gonna sit here an be all depressed, you need a depressed partner to hang out with..I don't wanna be here any more than you do, apparently!" <---something like that.
She didn't smile. But she said "well....sit down then and keep me company" Really deadpan...I mean, this chick was just___sad.
We started yapping. Not "talk me into bed" yapping, but mature, lonely type yapping, if that makes any sense.
She was in town on business and didn't want to be there either. At that point, other guys came walking over trying to yap w/her, but she was really rude to them. I had to laugh...to myself of course.
Turns out we were staying in the same rundown hotel...different sides of the building. I was alone, but she was there with several coworkers, who were staying in adjacent rooms to hers...yet she was there alone...strange...she said she didn't want to hang out w/them. I can understand that.
We talked and talked . I walked her back to her room and we said goodnight. Went to my room and went to sleep.
The next day at lunch, I went back to my room to get something. There was a note shoved under the door. From her. It said:
That was it. After work, I went back. She was mucho friendly...I was very turned on. She was so....open about it...know what I mean?
She suggested we go for a drive. I had a rental car, she did not. We parked in back of some store or something...fooled around...she was very with it. She suggested we find someplace to stay for the night. She didn't want to go back to the hotel we were staying at for fear of getting busted by one of her coworkers. (BTW, she wore no rings at all....not that it would have mattered to me one bit)
We found a motel. We got a room. It was beautiful. We did the "Consenting Adults Thing" Two people that both want the same thing, no questions asked, no guilt, no hard feelings. We took a shower together, talked, laughed and honestly made really sweet love.
Was it the best I've ever had? Nope. Not even close. But the HONESTY of it....was a beautiful thing. No rushing. No assumptions. No pressure to perform. It lasted all night....we spent 1/2 the time talking....it was beautiful.
We hooked up again the day after, but it wasn't as good as the night before. It was OK, but just....OK.
I ripped that note to shreds about an hour ago...it is from a chapter of my life that I've long forgotten. It was bittersweet remembering those two nights.....not the usual "met her at the club wham-bam-thank-you-maam" type of deal.
We found each other attractive, yes, but we were two people far from home in need of something...it started out as conversation and ended up being a wonderful memory I won't soon forget.
Her name was Rene. She lived in Colorado someplace back in 1996. I hope you are well, Rene. I hope your life turned out to be everything you wanted it to be. Thanks for that night, pretty girl. You made me smile.
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