Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Fishing Blind




I sat at the bar, waiting for the first tequila shot to take effect.  Nothing.  Not even a vague good feeling.  I ordered another shot,  threw my head back, and let the liquid burn down my throat.  Maybe it would burn away my heart, too.

"You're supposed to use a lime and salt," a voice beside me noted.  I turned my head slowly.  My friend Cindy was smiling at me.  I grinned back, and signaled the bartender.

"That's for sissies."  It was an old joke between us.  Cindy knew that I needed to forget about my breakup with Jorge, and she had offered to be the designated driver on our night out.  I turned around with my shot, and looked over the crowd, while she sipped her water.  

I nodded at a few men who looked promising, then I threw back my third tequila shot.  I was finally starting to feel numb to the world, just like I wanted.  I turned and signaled the bartender for one more.  He looked a little concerned, but an extra tip salved his conscience.

Cindy was talking to a good looking college boy when I felt a hand on my bare thigh.  I looked around, then up into the very intense stare of the man attached to the hand.  As he stared, his hand began to move up my thigh, under my skirt.  I was mesmerized by that stare, swaying a little into his body.  He put another drink into my hand, then led me toward the dance floor.  I was no longer sober, blind enough to make a bad decision.  I pulled on the hand that held me, and then led the way to the exit. 


This is fiction, but it's based on my college years.  At least, what I remember of the drinking is.

13 comments:

  1. Thanks for the disclaimer at the end, for I would've been wondering all day! You are one hot mamma!

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  2. Haha! Remember what drinking is. That is so true, I have one drink now and I'm hung over before I even get to bed. Sigh.

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  3. Your college memories seem very familiar to me ;-) "blind enough to make a bad decision" indeed!!!

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    1. I may have made a few bad decisions back then...

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  4. Oh yeah. College and drinking combining tend to result in bad decisions and a whole lot of blindness. Well done!

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  5. This is very real and hot. Great narrative!

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  6. Oh, dear. I can remember moments like that, but it only turns out to be a moderately bad decision and not a really bad one. At moments like those you never can tell.

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  7. "Blind enough to make bad decisions" Been there, done that. I enjoyed your writing.

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  8. Rawr! That is a sexy little story there! I really enjoyed reading this. :)

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  9. Seems like everyone can relate to this one. Bad decisions today make for good writing tomorrow. Thanks for linking up!

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  10. sexy and wrong and weird and good and just well written.

    This cut deep. Great job

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  11. Haha, I think we've all got a little bit of that hidden away in us somewhere ...

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