Ok...I've got a weakness for red-heads, common ailment many men suffer. So I'm sitting at the bar at my local hang-out, mildly flirting with this great red-headed bartender. It's close to closing time (1 am). She comes over....
Her: What are you doing later?
Me: Probably going straight home.
Her: How about meeting me at blah, blah bar down the street? (3 am bar)
Me: Sounds like a winner.
She shows up there about 1:30 and we proceed to close the place down. Now she wants to follow me home...and does. She leaves my house when the sun comes up. What a night...I'm thinking all the time "What's she going to tell her husband"?
The very next night I'm sitting at the bar of another joint after work. Who walks in but her husband whom I vaguely know from bar #1...seen him there. OK..here it comes I'm thinking. He sits next to me at the bar and proceeds to spill his guts. He thinks his wife is cheating on him, comes home late, etc,etc. Knows nothing about me. I play along for a while, then make a lame excuse and split.
I make myself a promise right then to never mix beer and sex ever again, never to even look at any of these dangerous red-heads ever again, and never to pick up chicks in my own town ever again. Of course I broke all those vows right away.
Look you've got to be careful out there...That husband could just as well have been a boy-friend, maybe bigger than me( nah, doubt it). So you can leave the married part out of it. Women=trouble, always and forever.
Sorry, no pics.
Her: What are you doing later?
Me: Probably going straight home.
Her: How about meeting me at blah, blah bar down the street? (3 am bar)
Me: Sounds like a winner.
She shows up there about 1:30 and we proceed to close the place down. Now she wants to follow me home...and does. She leaves my house when the sun comes up. What a night...I'm thinking all the time "What's she going to tell her husband"?
The very next night I'm sitting at the bar of another joint after work. Who walks in but her husband whom I vaguely know from bar #1...seen him there. OK..here it comes I'm thinking. He sits next to me at the bar and proceeds to spill his guts. He thinks his wife is cheating on him, comes home late, etc,etc. Knows nothing about me. I play along for a while, then make a lame excuse and split.
I make myself a promise right then to never mix beer and sex ever again, never to even look at any of these dangerous red-heads ever again, and never to pick up chicks in my own town ever again. Of course I broke all those vows right away.
Look you've got to be careful out there...That husband could just as well have been a boy-friend, maybe bigger than me( nah, doubt it). So you can leave the married part out of it. Women=trouble, always and forever.
Sorry, no pics.