Happy Birthday to Me...

It always amazed me when I witness a hook up in a bar.  I could never phathom going up to someone in a loud, dark bar and manage enough of a conversation to get someone out the door and into your bed.  It has happened to me exactly twice in my lifetime - once in a gay bar and once at an afterhour's bar.  I didn't make any moves at all, as I really have no moves.   I get nervous... can't make eye contact... and dont have a clue on how to make a conversation work.  I forget how to be human. This is why the internet has been perfect for me.  I still get nervous, but I've vetted out the best options by the time we meet. It just works for me - but of course, I aM still single... so how much is it working?

Fast forward to me recent birthday party downtown.  We ended up at Velvet Underground, an atlernative rock waterhole down on the famous Queen Street West of Toronto. It has always proven to be one of the few bars I adore... so how could it not please us|?
We arrive relatively early to find out there is a live band on, and an all ages show as well.  I was heart broken.  No one wants to celebrate their 42nd birthday with 17 year olds.  This caused me to start drinking immediately.  The professor and I mocked the children for our amusement.... and thankfully the band finished up at 11 and the teens cleared out.

I was happy and dancing away to my favourite cure song with a few friends when this man kinda busted in between us and started dancing with me.  I thought it was odd, but didn't really think much about it... a little eye contact but only for a second - I don't want to come off as creepy.  After a little bit, he wanders off.
We immediately dub him my boyfriend after being asked if I did anything at his obvious interest in me.... I didnt think it was obvious - as I have no game.
As the night goes on, I watch my boyfriend get quite happy on drinks and started dancing with three other girls who were at the bar.  They were together, dressed as if they had come from another, classier party, and were my same body type (big girls are fun girls you know).  I figured I'd lost my chance as I didn't get a circle back all night.
I was entertained to see him dancing with my male friends.  Him being 6'4, he stood out against my gang of dancers.
All night, the discussion came back to me doing something about this man, as he wasn't really making any connection with any girls.  I didn't see the point as I was with my friends and what was the end game... or I just wasn't sure he was even interested at all.

Then, our young new friend, all of 23... wanders off.  I watch him cross the dance floor and start talking to my boyfriend.  I was horrified. HORRIFIED> what was he saying? What is happening...

Well, the two of them make their way across the dancefloor towards me... and he sits down with me and introduces himself to me.  His hands were strong and soft... I was delighted.

The small talk was awkward, but he wasn't leaving.  |He sat with me for a bit and told me it was also his birthday party with his boys.  It turned out - we have the same birthday. This information came with his hand placed gently on my thigh.  I didn't acknowledge it based purely on the fact I was afraid anything I said would make it go away.
At this point I should tell you I am a simple girl.  I just want a man to make me feel sexy.  You'd think it happens with all men who are kissing or making out with you, but you'd be wrong.

That hand on my thigh gave me more pleasure than at least 6 of my previous lovers.  I just had no idea on how to make him my lover.

He leans his head in close and whispers something about me being sexy... i can't remember the words, only his warm breath hitting my ears and my legs melting into my shoes.
 My friends leave, asking me to go with... I say I'm just going to stay and |I'll catch up with them later.

I manage to ask him what's next....and the birthday boy has decided to take me home with him.  I'm a little hesitant... you know the whole rape culture thing.  I decide that since his place is around the corner from mine - I can manage it okay.

We arrive at his apartment and this is when I find out there is some guy who is going to be staying on the couch. I am not happy. A little freaked out.  While I hide all my stuff in my coat in the bedroom, I can hear the  couch surfer calling his buddy a stud for picking me up.  I laugh, as I realize they are just guys and it hasn't even occured to them how this might be terrifying to a single girl.

I wont devulge too much of what went on from here.. aside from my trips to the bathroom wearing only my coat, as I couldn't find enough clothes in the dark.  Peeing in nothing but a winter coat is an experience I recommend. Its hilarious and warm all at the same time. 

Otherwise, he had a passion for me and my body that I havent experienced in a long long time. Probably not since SpaderCam.  When I was little and watched the couple in the movies having sex, I thought it was all passion all the time... then I grew up and found out that isn't how it goes even half the time. So, you can imagine my delight at this birthday surprise.


I will say that this could be the beginning of  something good. Fingers crossed.