Girls Night Out!
Posted: Friday, September 11, 2009
by Brianna Popsickle
I was beginning to wonder what I had gotten myself into, rather, what my husband had gotten me into.
Several weeks earlier we were at a party and a friend was talking about the fun she had going dancing on weekends with her girlfriends. My husband, knowing I liked to dance, suggested she take me along sometime. She and her friends jumped on the idea. Now here we were, the five of us, getting ready for a night of clubbing in the big city!
Over pizza and far too much wine, I heard tales of dating at this stage of life. One woman told us about the chocolate body paint she kept hidden from her children, in her bedroom. The idea being, you paint it on your special someone and lick it off.
"Hmmmm, sounds dangerous," I said.
"It can be," she giggled.
"No, seriously," I continued, "if I had a jar of chocolate body paint hidden in my bedroom, I'd probably polish it off with a spoon while watching Holmes on Homes."
They all laughed hysterically. They thought I was joking.
The hostess pulled out her latest Victoria Secret purchases to flaunt. Well I may be married but I'm not dead, had I not packed my girls-weekend- sleepoverjammies,' I could have given her a run for her money in the lingerie department.
After an hour of trying on dresses and fussing with our hair, we were ready for our night on the town. And I must say, forty-something or not, we looked hot!
I was relieved when Julia told us there would be lots of people our age at the first place she was taking us.
"You have to be a certain age to get in," she assured us.
We made our entrance and edged our way to the bar. We were surrounded by beautiful men and women; young, beautiful men and women.
"So how old do you have to be to get in?" I asked.
"Twenty-five," she replied, eyes frantically scanning the room.
"Alrighty," I said, as I positioned myself at the bar and ordered the first of many drinks.
As it turned out there were people our age there. Women danced together, while the men stood watching. When they weren't dancing, they were staring each other down.' It was interesting to say the least.
I made my way to the washroom several times, keeping my eyes on the floor as my friend led the way, tapping and greeting various men in our path. Several times my hand was grabbed and I gave a quick smile, wrenched my hand away and kept going. I reminded myself I was in my forties and no longer that shy little girl from so long ago, but hey, old habits die-hard.
The name of the next club, made me blush, The Beaver and the Bull. Whatever! As we walked in, a line of people stepped back making an opening. I was fully expecting a star with his entourage to appear, but instead, an eighty-something man with a walker was making his way through the room. Not only was he there, he was getting jiggy with it! Now this truly was a club for all ages!
I positioned myself at the standup bar with a good view of the dance floor. I happily nominated myself to be in charge of my friend's purses and their fancy drinks with the little umbrellas in them. I stood, looking as sophisticated as possible, sipping a light beer.
At one point I took a sip from the bottle to find it empty, I knew in an instant it wasn't mine. I had picked up the wrong one. I quickly wiped my mouth with the back of my wrist and immediately felt panic! I began thinking of what disease I could get. I couldn't go rinse my mouth, I was in charge of the purses and the drinks! I was going to be the first woman to actually behave on a girl's weekend, and come away with herpes! Gaaaaaad.
Just then I became aware of someone standing beside me. His face was so close to mine, I could feel his breath on my neck. I kept my eyes peeled on my friends happily gyrating on the dance floor. The guy next to me wasn't leaving. Finally, I turned to say hello.
He was so good looking I thought I was being set up for a joke, but seeing as my boss and his wife weren't around, I couldn't think of anyone who would want to do such a thing. He was blonde and blue eyed, about fifteen years younger than me, with a beautiful smile.
He reached for my left hand and said, "You're married."
"Yes, I am."
"Happily?" he asked.
Smooth, I thought. We started to talk about where we were from and I told him how I ended up there. We talked some more, and I told him about my beer bottle incident, and how I had probably contracted something on my wild weekend away.
He laughed but seemed unsure whether I was being serious or not. He assured me however; I wouldn't catch anything from that. Then out of the blue he said, "You know I'm hitting on you."
They announced last call' at the bar.
"You know, you shouldn't waste your time on me," I explained.
"There are all kinds of available women here. Tell me your type and I'll even help you pick someone out," I said, pointing to the dance floor.
"I've found my type. You're my type. Tall, sexy and married."
He went on to say he liked married' because there was no commitment. Unbelievable!
"Well I am committed," I replied. To which he responded, "Tall, sexy and loyal, even better."
"I told him had I not been married or had a conscience, I'd be all over it, but the fact was he was wasting his time on me."
Just when it was getting interesting, Julia appeared in a rush and said we had to go. We gathered up the rest of the girls and made our way through the crowd. Once outside, we were approached by three young guys wondering if we would like to go smoke a doobie' with them. Wow, either we really did look hot, or they were already stoned. I guessed it was the later.
We passed on the doobie, returned home and polished off a plate of pastries till four in the morning. I got up at six and began peeling wallpaper from the walls of the room I was sleeping in, which was being re-decorated. I patiently waited for the others to wake up. At eight o'clock, I shook them and said, "Get up, you can sleep anytime. We're going out for breakfast!"
They would know better than to invite me next time.
We compared stories and shared laughs over eggs and a lot of coffee. And as everyone knows, a girl's weekend isn't complete without some shopping. So shop, we did.
I purchased a new ball cap for my husband. I told my friend I was going to act all sheepish when I gave it to him, and he would certainly think I was feeling guilty about something. (I like to have fun with him.)
I was anxious to see him and hear about his weekend. He had invited some old buddies up for a night on the town. I was a little disappointed to arrive home to a note, Back in a few minutes.'
He walked in eventually, and rather sheepishly said, "Welcome Home, I love you," and thrust a big bouquet of flowers towards me.
"Hmmmmm," I thought, eyebrows raised. I handed him the hat and said, "Here, I love you too."
And then in unison we forced a smile and said, "Tell me about your weekend."
We both laughed, a nervous laugh.
And then in unison once again, we said, " You first."
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Top-level comments on this article: (4 total)well written and poignant; The single and cheating scene at these bars are unbelieveably enticing,from what you describe;the mating grounds are fertile and hot and heavy,but with all those STDs around,safe sex means boiling your date in hot water for an hour!(Do you ever indulge in a "doobie",when at home ,with loyal hubby?)
So do you ever see the bar scene in nyc? I'm from a small town so the places we went were new to me. Things have changed in many ways since I was single, but some things remain the same. Thanks for reading and taking time to comment Paul. :)
An article like this leave's one to imagine, "What would I do in such a situation?"....
Being a man, whenever I approach a woman and I either see a ring on her finger, or she tells me she's married and loyal, I'll usually commend her and leave her alone.....I have too much respect for the institution of marriage to worry about whether I get laid or not.However, some people are married on paper, but no longer in the heart...Therefore they are fair game....I always tell my daughters that love is in the heart and not just a signed agreement....I have to practice what I preach, and each time I do it makes me a more respectable man, and an example for them ...I'd rather have a lifetime of respect than an hour or so of sexual fun with a woman who's married and treats her "commitment" to love secondary to her sexual desires and fantasies...That doesn't turn me on nearly as much as someone like you who takes her commitment seriously and works at staying in love....You have what I want...LOVE
I hope this made sense....KennyYou're one of the good ones Kenny. I know six single women that would love to meet you! You're daughters are lucky to have you as a dad for setting such a good example of how women deserve to be treated. Thanks for commenting. I hope you keep reading!
Six single women? Please, by all means tell me more... lol....I would think one of them would be a match for me-no?It's a shame, but I think there may be a 'geography' problem. :)
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