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.
