The other night, I went out with my friend. We’ve known each other for about a year now. He’s almost twenty years older than me, he’s muscular from being a tradesman, he likes to drink and smoke, and evidently, he likes to please me.

I met up with him Friday night at a bar that had a DJ playing. I was wearing these light wash jeans that do wonders for my figure and a black wrap shirt with big bat wings, my eyeliner was big, my lips were red, and of course my cowboy boots clicked the entire way complimented by a tasseled leather jacket I wear almost everywhere. My friend was already sitting at the bar when I ordered a double rum and coke. I would have settled for the house rum, I’m not a fancy lady like that but he changed my order to the premium rum and I never took my wallet out.

We sat there and chatted, caught up. I haven’t seen him in months since I’ve been home so there was no shortage of things to talk about. We stayed there for a while until we went to a different pub and listened to their music. At the second pub, I could feel his eyes on me in ways I had never felt them before. He wasn’t watching anyone around him, just me. He was staring at my lips as I talked, watching them as they curled up in a smile that’s slightly lopsided, remembering every curve my body when I tossed my head back laughing. I knew it was coming when he kissed me, how could I not?

The rest of the evening was spent at a different pub, one a little more rough around the edges that’s more my speed. He watched me like a walk, memorizing the curves of my body and the difference between my waist and my hips. He couldn’t take his eyes off me, nor did he want to.

That night I’m sure he went home and try as he might, he failed to finish. We had drank a lot, there’s no way he could have. So instead, he sat there drunk and sexually frustrated, unable to finish to the idea of sleeping with the younger woman he’s befriended. The one young enough to be his daughter if he had kids, the one he’s probably thought about every day since he heard me sing when he saw my band for the first time. He can’t get enough of me because he can’t get me off his mind.