Election night, 2008. There were big parties at all the bars in town, and everyone was in a good mood. My buddy that I was with pointed out a woman, and said, "I bet you can't take her home." She wasn't attractive and looked to be about 20 years older than me. I laughed out loud and told him he was nuts, and that that would be like shooting fish in a barrel. So, he said, prove it. Next thing I know I'm hitting on this middle aged woman, and with all my charm I convinced her to accompany me back to my apartment, which was quite close. We got back, and I did make out with her. Then she stopped me. Obviously confused, she asked how old I was. 26, I replied. She seemed super uncomfortable, and told me that she was 44 and was very recently divorced. "This is weird. I think I'm going to leave," is the last thing I remember her saying to me. To me, that was kind of a win-win, because I did take her home, but I really didn't want to go through with it. Also, I'm sure it got her confidence back up (or she was just totally weirded out). All in all it was a strange night. It was surreal that a black man was just elected president, the bar was giving out free drinks, and the inner city was humming with a very strange feel, so I figured me taking home a woman who could be my mother was probably the least weird thing about that night.
At least you didn't have sex with her on a race car shaped bed belonging to her son. That didn't happen to me, but a friend. No bet involved. I wonder what prompted her to go back with you. Were the lights in the bar so low that age became impossible to gauge?
Hmmmm. What an interesting comment. Not that I would know anything about this, but I think sometimes it is very easy to get women at bars to go home with you, if the night, the alcohol, and the charm are right. I think a lot of it for a guy is a confidence thing. Also...she probably was assuaging her ego after that whole divorce thing. My then 19-year-old brother dated/hung out with a woman who was older than our mother. I think she broke up with him because she realized it wasn't ever going to go anywhere. Her name was Chevette. What a name.I wonder what prompted her to go back with you.
What a perfect name, given the situation. Oh, no doubt. I like thinking about people's motivations though. On the night of that particular election, I know that emotions were running high for a lot of people, so that could have played into it. The woman's ego could have been at play, or maybe b_b reminded her of someone, or maybe she was hypnotized or, or, or . . . Of course, this has led me to back out of potentially fun encounters at times. When I was about 20, an older woman, (a friend of my boss) came to my apartment while all of us roommates were having a party. She was pretty determined and hitting on all of us pretty hard. When we woke up the next day, she was gone. The roommate that had ended up with her told us that she was absolutely filthy in bed. I could tell that the other two roommates, like myself, briefly wondered what could have been and if they would have been so eager to share the details. <shrug>Not that I would know anything about this, but I think sometimes it is very easy to get women at bars to go home with you, if the night, the alcohol, and the charm are right. I think a lot of it for a guy is a confidence thing.
Haha. insomniasexx and I had a (half joking) bet about which one of us could get you to go home with us from the bar at the Hubski meetup in DC. She had her game face on that night, while I did not. Like I said, we were joking when we hatched the idea, but if it were serious, I don't think I would have stood a chance.Not that I would know anything about this, but I think sometimes it is very easy to get women at bars to go home with you, if the night, the alcohol, and the charm is right.