Ho' Down Part II

So after the Fonzi scare, I walk across the bar to where there is a Karaoke room.  As I was entering the room, a tanned, green-eyed man was coming out.  He grabed my cocktail free hand and said "you do NOT want to go in there."  I laughed and said: "No, I think you need to come IN with me."  He smile and followed me back in.  Among a room full of spandex, bleached hair, toothless smiles, broken dreams and lost hope, I found myself with Mr. Las Vegas.  I call him that because as the usual "where do you work" conversation played out, he told me he was an FBI agent. I quickly called bull shit as I work with FBI Officers daily and for the most part, have seen them all.  He asked if I wanted to see his badge in a flirty, beer goggle kind of haze.  Of course!  He busted it out and I verify that yes he is an official FBI Agent.  I asked why I hadn't   seen him before,  and he quickly stated that it is because he works in Las Vegas and is only in town for training.  I then show him my badge for comparison and he tells me I win the "pretty badge" award.  I agree, ours is very colorful with the Federal Emblem of the Eagle and such. 

Anyway, Las Vegas is hot...short, but hot.  He shaves his head and obviously works out....I love having an excuse to touch biceps, legs and my favorite "traps."   Anyway, after several long island ice teas and after listening to dogs howl, I begged him to sing "Islands in the Stream," with me.  I could be Dolly and he could be Kenny Rogers.   He refused.  I tried again, using my all too familiar sweet whining.  I got a laugh, but that was it.   The night quickly came to an end and he walked me to my car.  I felt 16 again, making out in a parking lot, butterfiles in my stomach and feeling  young and sexy.  I know I will never see Mr. Las Vegas again, but man what a fun  night.

Lesson learned:  Going to bars alone is a great way to meet men.  If you go with someone else or are in a group, men feel intimidated and are less likely to start conversations with you.

Ho' Down Part I

So its been a while and I decided I better get back to blog'n before I forget things....its a 40 thing.  So  a few weeks ago I was supposed to meet a girlfriend at a Western Bar, here in SL County.  I got ready, went on my own and was enjoying a Long Island Ice Tea when I get a message from my friend who informed she wasn't going to make it.  The thought of being there alone sent me into an instant panic, but then I remembered the strong, independent woman inside me and I decided to stick it out and at least finish my drink.  I purposely chose to stand by the mechanical bull, purley for entertainment sake.  Watching drunk girls ride the bull, in outfits that are way too small for them is one of my favorite guilty pleasures.  What I didn't realize is that it is also a great spot to be hit on by horny men also watching the bull show.  I was standing next to a tall, dark, yet not so handsome man that was dressed to the 9's.  He had thick, jet black hair that he smoothed back like Fonzi.  He also had the biggest ring on with diamonds scattered all over it and I couldn't resist saying:  "Someone loves you."  He laughed and said, "yeah, I love myself."  Next thing you know, he offers to buy me a drink. I told him it was an expensive drink in case he wanted to rethink his decision (hey, not too many men buy women drinks these days).  He laughed and said he could handle it.  Moments later, with anther long Island in my hand we begin small chat. We started telling each other what we do for a living and his story is sounding extremely familiar.  I ask Fonzi more questions about his job and suddenly realize he works at the same place as B&B!!!  I ask if he knows him and of course he does.   I told him he does not look like a local and he told me that he was from California and only here for a temporary assignment.   I am quickly reminded that although there is over 1.3 million people along the Wasatch Front, of course I have to meet someone that works with an ex.  With my free drink in my hand and my usual signature smile, I thank him and quickly move to another part of the bar.  The last thing I need is two men swapping stories about me ;)

Sloppy Kisses,

Meriska


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