I remember having gone out for a drink, in the midst of my twenties, and as a matter of fact:
having a drink was almost never the main reason for me to go out.
Not in the first place!
I know you know what I mean.
It was quite early in the evening, when all of a sudden a young woman, at about the same age like me, stood next to me.
She looked me in the eye and said :
"Damn, you're handsome...ups, did i just say that out loud?!", she laughed.
I liked that.
She was hot, obviously horny, and i was still sober, while she must have had a drink or two already.
Good day, i thought to myself.
Then I realized i knew her from some years ago. She used to be the girlfriend of a musician i know, and the truth is:
I always wanted to bang her.
She had no idea who I was.
Not back then, not now.
She ordered a cocktail, took a healthy sip and then she decided to sit on my lap.
"What the ... mhm, nice."
So we sat there.
She liked it.
I liked it.
Pretty-bad-ass...i thought to myself.
Meanwhile, she told me how bad her day was.
At least i think that's what she told me.
I didn't really listen.
"I wanna go" she said, at one point.
"Me too" i replied.
I grabbed her by the hand and we left the scene.
I didn't visit Brazzers that night but i felt raped 'cause i had to pay 4 euros for that goddamn fucking beer.
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Published on e-Stories.org on 11.01.2018.