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Mmmm Flirty Fun Again: I Found My Own Cheers Bar
Mmmm Flirty Fun Again: I Found My Own Cheers Bar It was a Sunday night. The hubs had gone out of town to visit a friendÃÂÃÂ. He wasnt home yet and the had gone out with friends, so I was left with making my own plans. Gilf and I had planned to meet a friend of mine at his restaurant, but he texted me late in the day to say we had to postpone. Gilf and I decided we wanted to do SOMEthing since we had looked forward to getting together all week. I tried to find a live music venue to go to. Its not easy to find live music on a Sunday night. We ended up going to a pub that the three of us [hubs too] had gone to earlier in the month. Its a fun neighborhood type pub that has live blues/rock music, great views of the Sound during the summer months, and a convivial atmosphere. We got there about an hour before the band played. Even then, most of the seating was filled up except for a couple of seats at the stand-up table. We ordered drinks and drank in all the opportunities to people watch. We both love to watch the games people play and try to guess what they are all about. I told Gilf that ever since I had my woman-of-a-certain-age sexual awakening, I assume everyone in a bar is swinging or in the lifestyle! I cant help it; its where my mind goes nowadays! [Well that, or imagining them naked! Lol!] As the band played and the drinks flowed, we<b> watched </font></b>the tight knit group of locals open up like a flower blooming in winter. They danced with partners and without; with different partners and with friends. Theres no real dance floor so everyone just kind of dances in the aisles. I pity the ones sitting there, wanting to be left alone with so much booty shaking next to their seated faces, in front of them, and yes, definitely behind them. There was the guy in a turquoise t-shirt with matching shoes and matching sequined hat with leggings so colorful as to make LuLuRoe green with envy, who boogied the night away. There was the cute, pert spinner type gal that even Gilf thought wanted to bed every male on the dance floor, including Mr. LuLuRoe! Then there was a trans gal that I had seen before; always by herself, always on the fringe, watching the world around her. Gilf pointed out the younger couple at the end of our bar that was practically having sex right then and there. I turned to look and sure enough, the guy was rubbing up against her behind. At least he was in rhythm with the beat! I told Gilf that maybe she was his shield as his hard-on might have been too dangerous for walking through a crowded bar. I joined the dancing fray while Gilf<b> watched </font></b>the crowd, sometimes chatting with the strangers around her. The crowd was growing around us a bit, and I noticed more folks standing at the stand-up bar. One gentleman gave me a sly smile; actually I thought he was looking at someone else. A little while later I ventured to the bathroom. When I came out, I walked past this same gentleman. He lightly reached and grabbed my arm saying, ÃÂI think I know you! My peed on your leg! àI turned and saw that it was Jaegers owner! See Episode...oh hell, I lost count! An Evening of Flirty Fun! posted 8/31/21. He was with a tall Helen Hunt lookalike. I could not tell if they were friends, dates, lovers, exes, or what. She was amiable, friendly as he hugged me and said in my ear, ÃÂÃÂOkay, forgive me but I think Ive forgotten your name; if you give me multiple choice, I ll get it ÃÂÃÂ. ÃÂÃÂI ll give you a hint,àand with that he guessed it right away. I pretended I forgot his name too. He gave me three options, all three lettered names. I got it on the first guess, because Im competitive that way Helen Hunt got in on it too, and we chatted a bit more before I went back to sit at our stand-up table where Gilf chatted with the Beatles type guy next to her. No, not Beatles, more like Rolling Stones ÃÂÃÂ, she said. No, not Rolling Stones, more like early The Who ÃÂ, said I. No wait! I got it! More like The Kinks! , I said triumphantly high fiving my friend. Jaeger s owner walked through the crowd and found a seat right in front of me. He made a point of leaning/bumping into me to make contact as he passed by. Sitting there, it made it more obvious if I looked in his direction, so I turned my back and chatted with the former Kink band member and others at our table. A few minutes later horny young couple left, and yes, with her as his cover and shield; so Jaeger s owner and Helen Hunt came to sit near the end of our high bar table. He was kitty corner to me and would reach out his arm to touch mine to get my attention. We talked of his growing up in the area where I now live: something we had talked about before [huh, he remembered that?!] and beers. He did an aside to Helen Yeah, she likes beer!àâÃÂÃÂNo, you just kept buying them for me!, I retorted. Helen was just drinking water[damn calorie counter!!] Yeah, I could not figure out the connection between the two of them: she said she was his ride home, his designated driver and yet would hang on his arm like a life preserver every so often. But he would lean in my direction too. Hmmm As I was sitting facing the band, a barmaid came up to me with a beer in her hand. She used hand motions to tell me that the gentleman kitty corner to me had bought that for me. I turned to him and said, ÃÂYou should nt have!ÃÂàÃÂHe said back, ÃÂIts an IPA, that means its double the alcohol!ÃÂàThen you really shouldnt have! IÃÂm driving![/ I]ÃÂàI laughed. Thats when I learned she was his way home. My mind went to what happens when they got home! Share it with your friend then ÃÂ, he said. ÃÂI will! And thank you! ÃÂàHe reached out to clink his glass with mine, we raised our glasses and said Cheers! to each other. I got up to swing dance [ha! How apropos!] with another gentleman in that crowded dance space and afterwards had others come up to tell me how much they loved watching Gilf and I; that we had the best energy and that they were glad we were there. They encouraged us to come back every Sunday! OMG! Think I found my very own Cheers bar!! Oh yeah, we will be back! ~~~" Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift." --Mary Oliver~~~ |
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Why I keep using punctuation like a good English writer on this site, I'll never know! Mmmm…Flirty Fun Again and Found My Own Cheers Bar It was a Sunday night. The hubs had gone out of town to visit a “friend”. He wasn’t home yet and the son had gone out with friends, so I was left with making my own plans. Gilf and I had planned to meet a friend of mine at his restaurant, but he texted me late in the day to say we had to postpone. Gilf and I decided we wanted to do SOMEthing since we had looked forward to getting together all week. I tried to find a live music venue to go to. It’s not easy to find live music on a Sunday night. We ended up going to a pub that the three of us [hubs too] had gone to earlier in the month. It’s a fun neighborhood type pub that has live blues/rock music, great views of the Sound during the summer months, and a convivial atmosphere. We got there about an hour before the band played. Even then, most of the seating was filled up except for a couple of seats at the stand-up table. We ordered drinks and drank in all the opportunities to people watch. We both love to watch the games people play and try to guess what they’re all about. I told Gilf that ever since I had my woman-of-a-certain-age sexual awakening, I assume everyone in a bar is swinging or in the lifestyle! I can’t help it…its where my mind goes nowadays! [Well that, or imagining them naked! Lol!] As the band played and the drinks flowed, we watched the tight knit group of locals open up like a flower blooming in winter. They danced with partners and without; with different partners and with friends. There’s no real dance floor so everyone just kind of dances in the aisles. I pity the ones sitting there, wanting to be left alone with so much booty shaking next to their seated faces, in front of them, and yes, definitely behind them. There was the guy in a turquoise t-shirt with matching shoes and matching sequined hat with leggings so colorful as to make LuLuRoe green with envy, who boogied the night away. There was the cute, pert spinner type gal that even Gilf thought wanted to bed every male on the dance floor, including Mr. LuLuRoe! Then there was a trans gal that I had seen before; always by herself, always on the fringe, watching the world around her. Gilf pointed out the younger couple at the end of our bar that was practically having sex right then and there. I turned to look and sure enough, the guy was rubbing up against her behind. At least he was in rhythm with the beat! I told Gilf that maybe she was his shield as his hard-on might have been too dangerous for walking through a crowded bar. I joined the dancing fray while Gilf watched the crowd, sometimes chatting with the strangers around her. The crowd was growing around us a bit, and I noticed more folks standing at the stand-up bar. One gentleman gave me a sly smile; actually I thought he was looking at someone else. A little while later I ventured to the bathroom. When I came out, I walked past this same gentleman. He lightly reached and grabbed my arm saying, “I think I know you! My dog peed on your leg!” I turned and saw that it was Jaeger’s owner! See Episode...oh hell, I lost count! An Evening of Flirty Fun! posted 8/31/21. He was with a tall Helen Hunt lookalike. I couldn’t tell if they were friends, dates, lovers, exes, or what. She was amiable, friendly as he hugged me and said in my ear, “Okay, forgive me but I think I’ve forgotten your name; if you give me multiple choice, I’ll get it”. “I’ll give you a hint,” and with that he guessed it right away. I pretended I forgot his name too. He gave me three options, all three lettered names. I got it on the first guess, because I’m competitive that way Helen Hunt got in on it too, and we chatted a bit more before I went back to sit at our stand-up table where Gilf chatted with the Beatles type guy next to her. “No, not Beatles, more like Rolling Stones”, she said. No, not Rolling Stones, more like early The Who”, said I. “No wait! I got it! More like The Kinks!”, I said triumphantly high fiving my friend. Jaeger’s owner walked through the crowd and found a seat right in front of me. He made a point of leaning/bumping into me to make contact as he passed by. Sitting there, it made it more obvious if I looked in his direction, so I turned my back and chatted with the former Kink band member and others at our table. A few minutes later horny young couple left, and yes, with her as his cover and shield; so Jaeger’s owner and “Helen Hunt” came to sit near the end of our high bar table. He was kitty corner to me and would reach out his arm to touch mine to get my attention. We talked of his growing up in the area where I now live: something we had talked about before [huh, he remembered that?!] and beers. He did an aside to “Helen” “Yeah, she likes beer!“ “No, you just kept buying them for me!”, I retorted. “Helen” was just drinking water…[damn calorie counter!!] Yeah, I could not figure out the connection between the two of them – she said she was his ride home, his designated driver and yet would hang on his arm like a life preserver every so often. But he would lean in my direction too. Hmmm…. As I was sitting facing the band, a barmaid came up to me with a beer in her hand. She used hand motions to tell me that the gentleman kitty corner to me had bought that for me. I turned to him and said, “You shouldn’t have!” “He said back, “It’s an IPA, that means its double the alcohol!” “Then you really shouldn’t have! I’m driving!” I laughed. That’s when I learned she was his way home. My mind went to what happens when they got home! “Share it with your friend then”, he said. “I will! And thank you!” He reached out to clink his glass with mine, we raised our glasses and said Cheers! to each other. I got up to swing dance [ha! How apropos!] with another gentleman in that crowded dance space and afterwards had others come up to tell me how much they loved watching Gilf and I; that we had the best energy and that they were glad we were there. They encouraged us to come back every Sunday! OMG! Think I found my very own Cheers bar!! Oh yeah, we’ll be back! ~~~" Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift." --Mary Oliver~~~
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GAWD I miss hanging out in bars - specifically neighborhood ones. Though with all my traveling that meant wherever I was at the time. I actually met Mrs. C in a neighborhood bar and recall well the girl that was also stroking her dance partner's cock while they were on the dance floor. ( THAT never changed, though her partner changed weekly! ) That's just how it was back in the 70s, perhaps you recall! Legs, on HNW She is Soooo Good at Being Bad Tava Mountain or Bust [post 3312759] My Private Post - Tell Me ALL Your Secrets – Anything you write here is just between us
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Well glad you had a fun evening , XOXO
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Sounds like you and Gilf had a great time plus found somewhere to go to have fun. I love to people watch and that sounds like a great place to do it. That it was a Sunday night makes it more amazing. Seems like it might be a good place to find someone to go home with if you are in the mood. Sending you big hugs and hopes that you have many more fun times there. If you see me in the real world, come say "Hi Justskin." I always behave. Preferably not well.
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I liked the fact that there was some Kink-y stuff going on. Was it Ray or Dave Davies by any chance?
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I love a good small bar. Where people you don't know welcome you. Shoot Pool, or darts, jukebox if there a band sing along. Let the beers and shots let them flow. One never knows who's lips You may just 💋 😘
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"Where everybody knows your name" . Thanks for the story.
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A cosy bar with a good atmosphere can be a wonderful place
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Oh! That sounds like quite a night! I miss the old neighborhood pubs. I am so curious as to what Helen hunt’s role was. I am guessing their second date. Or… oh I could go on and on. Am glad you had a great time. Sounds like you fit right in. This could be the start of something grand!! Have a great day! 💋 Staci
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1/27/2022 12:19 am |
Sounds a fun night out😊x
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It sounds like a great bar for people-watching and much more!
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1/27/2022 4:19 am |
I feel like I've missed out on a major life pleasure. Whenever I go to bars, I'm one of the guys making the music. So I get three or four short conversations in the course of the evening. It sound like you had a great time at a great bar! I'm a standard member, so normal messaging doesn't work. But we can chat on my blog, "We Can Talk Here"
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1/28/2022 3:53 am |
I feel like I've missed out on a major life pleasure. Whenever I go to bars, I'm one of the guys making the music. So I get three or four short conversations in the course of the evening. It sound like you had a great time at a great bar! Yeah, but the musicians always get the chicks, right?? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- They say that you are not really a fan of a band unless you know the bass players name. It IS a fact that the bassist is probably the least likely to get noticed or laid, out of all the band members. But just being in the band is at least an introduction at any table in the bar, so yeah, any of the musicians are more likely to get laid than the average Joe at the bar. But that's not my point. My point is that, as a musician, I miss the process that you describe. The interactions, the comeraderie, the sense of community that was epitomized in that old TV show. THAT's the major life pleasure that I've missed. Now, thanks to your description, my eyes are opened. I'll be on a search for that "holy grail", that mythical "Cheers" bar in my neighborhood! I'm a standard member, so normal messaging doesn't work. But we can chat on my blog, "We Can Talk Here"
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1/28/2022 4:51 am |
Sounds like a blast! In the days of COVID, I so miss the social interaction. Everyone hibernates and stays 6 feet apart. As I read your blog , I was waiting for GILF to end up in a three-way with the horny couple. So glad you found an oasis of comfort in this crazy world.
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1/28/2022 5:05 am |
It's a shame that you live on the other side of the continent from me. I have this feeling that I would really enjoy hanging out with you! I'm a standard member, so normal messaging doesn't work. But we can chat on my blog, "We Can Talk Here"
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It's a shame that you live on the other side of the continent from me. I have this feeling that I would really enjoy hanging out with you! ~~~" Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift." --Mary Oliver~~~
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