Okay, a week ago I'm at a pub, listening to a really cool band (forgot the name) when these two older women asked if they could sit with me. I didn't care and let them have a seat.
I could immediately tell that these women were drunk as hell and enjoying every minute of it. Viv and Sue were their names. They were about in their early or mid 50s and they were from North Hampton. Unlike your typical night club skank, these ladies had some class. They carried themselves very well and judging by their demeanor, and jewelery, they screamed "old money".
They asked me if I would like a drink and i said no thanks. Well it's Viv's birthday and they've been all over town doing chick things like maincures, shopping for crap, drinking and etc.
After awhile, I was starting to like these women. They were pretty damn cool and I decided to accept that drink offer.
Well... 6 shots of B-52s and one bottle of Smirnoff later, I was pretty damned buzzed and enjoying myself!
Sue said she was getting hot and decides to take off her sweater. The first thing that went through my mind was "wow…she has some pretty firm breasts for a 50 year old...oh... wait..." Maybe it was the booze, but she didn't look half bad for a 50+ year old... shit...if she were 20 years younger, I'd give her a shot!
She said something that stuck with me. She said life is short and you can't waste time complaining how shitty it is. Yeah, it might not sound like much, but at the time, I was feeling a bit low and that actually cheered me up.
Well, it was getting late and they said they were going to their hotel room where their other friends were waiting (i declined the offer to join them). I offered to pay my share of the drinks but Sue waved me off as she opened up her purse and I saw at least 800 dollars in cash! Old money indeed.
We hugged each other good bye and went our separate ways. I think that's the closest I've come to having a sugar mamma.
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