Every Man in The Room

I went out last night to my favorite lounge. I like to put on a suit once a week and hit the town. My friend John is the manager of the place. We usually talk about politics and the absurdity of life. It’s my once a week social hour.

I was standing by myself when a woman with a pair of large breast came up to me and gave me a big hug.

“You look so nice in your suit,” she said.

She was a middle-aged woman, and pretty good looking at that. She took me by surprise with the hug. I still got it, I thought to myself. She hugged me again. I liked the feel of her breast as they smashed against me. She walked to the restroom. I lost track of her.

            I was outside talking to John when a waitress interrupted us. "There's a drunk lady hopping table to table. She's bothering the patrons." she said. 
            John went inside to take care of it. I saw him a little while later with the lady with the big breast. She was being shown the door. Eighty-sixed. My ego suffered some with the realization that the woman was hitting on every man in the room.