Rockin the Rocker
The Rocker came out and met CollegeBestFriend and me at my bar with her friends. My first comment to CBF was that hanging out with her and her people seemed like a lifestyle choice. I've seen that before - tight cliques who have their own language, shorthand, etc. I'm not one of those people, and I don't fit into those groups.
I was wearing the T-Shirt that Chet and CBF had me buy - a black ill fitting number that reads "You're Not The DM of Me." The Rocker's very cute friend asked what a DM was and I turned to her guy friend and said that I was sure he knew. He claimed not to, so I proudly proclaimed that it meant "Dungeon Master" just before spilling my drink all over her. At which point, she looked at me aghast, pointed at the bar and demanded I get her napkins. The guy looked at me and said "you should tell her that she's not the DM of you!!" I laughed, did, and cleaned up the mess.
Shortly thereafter, they venue-changed me to a bar that I am not terribly fond of, one with a photo booth, and one with just plain not my people. I was realizing, sober, that The Rocker isn't for me either, but I played along, because why not. She's got a fantastic personality, just not who I want to settle down with, and that's what this Bad Man is looking for, eventually.
The night progressed, Whiskey was drunk, kissing happened, photos were taken, more kissing happened on a street corner in the rain, another couple came up and started making out about a foot away from us, on the same street corner, and I told The Rocker that it was my bed time, and that she could either come home with me, or that I'd walk her to the subway.
"If you want me to go home with you, you just have to ask."
"Would you come home with me?"
"Of course."
More kissing, more rain, walking home. Up the stairs, into my apartment, and then the needle came off the record.
Checking what's in my medicine cabinet, what's in my fridge, what's in my freezer, what's in my cabinets, and what's in my closet. I swore to myself at that point that I wouldn't see her again. But she was there, and I was a bit more drunk than I thought, so more kissing, making out, fondling, enormous (what's bigger than DD?) breasts, breast sex, and then a blissful four hours sleep. She scratched and massaged my back (in a good way) and left in the morning.
Won't see her again, but it was an interesting experience.