Quietly sipping a cocktail.
Hand on my knee.
I must look good.
Men are willing to walk over to me.
To ask me my name.
With a man standing next to me,
a hand on my knee.
No jealously is shown.
But the hand is now moving slowly.
Up and down my thigh.
I tell the men
that I'm taken.
Hand doesn't stop moving.
Suddenly 2:30 am seems late to him.
When 6 am seemed late last night.
We go home.
I've never been kissed so much in my life.
posted by sipwine at 5:20 PM
2 Comments:
He's a better man than me. In that situation my green side would be boiling beneath the surface...aproaching a woman who is with someone isn't "cool" and while I see the flattering nature of it, and having done it...you shoudl realise it's just a pissing contest between the man with you, and the man approaching...and everytime you smile and respond to the man approaching you lessen the man you are with...
...and the guys approaching don't really have any respect for you.
I agree, the rest of the evening my beau and I made fun of the guys that kept approaching me. It was my way of reassuring him, and his way of letting go some angst. Many of these men were just pissed drunk and they were being rude to everyone.
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