Then he said “How about we just go back to my place?”

There come several times in every woman’s life when she realizes that it has been forever since she was kissed. Or touched. Or held. It awakens a sleeping monster that whispers in her ear that she needs to make sure she’s not completely undesirable to the opposite sex. Other than the needs that need to be met and the body parts clamoring for a little affection,a girl needs to get physical. Truth be told.

And so,every broad-shouldered well-toned smooth-talking specimen of pectoral perfection begins to look like a feasible option. If these needs are not catered to,the situation deteriorates to a point that the men they lust after do not necessarily have to fit the necessary criteria (average-looking,has a job,is single,is not my ex),which is detrimental for everyone involved.

KK and I sat at the bar for exactly 4 minutes before JavaGuy showed up. Chivalry,like punctuality,is a dying art,so I was suitably impressed with his attempt. This being the first time I’d studied him up close,my eyes were immediately drawn to his lips. enter the monster The banter began. Casual conversation,cocktails,loosened tongues…at some point,KK was distracted by a persistent old flame,and JavaGuy and I were left to our own devices. Needless to say,the sexual tension that I promptly blamed on the alcohol was fueled by said monster…and thus,we ended up forgetting that we were at a public bar. And then he said…”How about we just go back to my place?”

I was trying really hard to think of a reason not to go. I didn’t want to? Definitely not it. I most definitely wanted to. Too early?…who cares? Um…um…
“I’m going to the ladies,then we can go.” I got up. Finished my business and came back,ready and revved up to go…and there was JavaGuy,with KK-but the way their lips were locked,I couldn’t tell who was who.