Oh no, here we go...

"Hey Dave!" I hear as I walk into the bar. The bar is work, in this case. I look and my good friend Vel has pointed out, that ass. Ugh, that ass. I crumbled upon its gaze. I acknowledged with the standard, daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaamn, that dat ass gets. You know. You've seen it. If you haven't I apologize. For real, daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaamn. Anywho, she turns around, and I'm like, " um, hello, who are you!?!" Unfortunately she's 50 yards from me at this point. I make a point to remember that face. Shortly, that face cones to the bar. Light hearted and fun, was our first interaction. It got better from there. So when it came time, I asked and she obliged. I had the digits. I waited almost the regular season. Then I messaged her. It took a minute or two, eventually we met for drinks.  Wow. Absolute wow. Is how I felt after the first. Fast forward to the fourth date. Dinner. I chose a fun, casual spot. It's a brewery, pizza and live music.  That's how I put it and she agreed. Every time I see her, I want more. I want to know all the things. We went to my place. I like her so much. I'm nervous. We kiss. We talk. It's decidedly adult, to me. She's so smart, super fucking cute, I mean absolutely gorgeous. It's effortless, and she will acquiesce. She called me when she got home. She called me! I'm sitting here amazed. She's so much. She's all that. My Bff said today, "this could be the girl of your dreams"   I swooned. I pondered. I looked upon her. Shit. Fuck. Yep. Definitely a possibility...

Salsa or Cumbia?

Last weekend the salsa came into my bar with the beautiful Croatian I had met so long ago. I awoke still inticucated from the night before. We all know I've made plans for a bartendress. Seeing as the salsa herself was just that at a gentlemens night club made this all so intriguing. There's always those little kitties at work meowing so loud. They're so cute. This one Lady Erin. Wow. Tall drink of h20. I believe I was on the tipsy side when we finally got to her. I mean she's all the way in the back bar. Ooh sparkly things! Anywho, we finally get there to find my poor sick bartendress. Cloaked in a hoodie, and darling that ass. Oh my, that ass. It makes me weak just to think of it. You see it's how I was first introduced to the lass. Noticed the fair maiden. Tall. Sigh. Dark. More sigh. That ass! C'mon man! I digress, but she's a brick house. I stayed. I played. My kind boss sent me home in a car when I had too much. I wsometimes I stumble. I awoke with the worst feeling, did I make a complete ass of myself in front of the salsa? I got word from the boss man and he said my Cumbia was fine.   Apparently she told him to thank me for coming. It felt good. So apparently the adventure continues. I guess the road goes on forever, and the party never ends. Oh yeah, this is her. ;)