Hey all!
Sorry about the long absence.
Been doing a lot of self-improvement, inside and out.
Now, while not always Mr.Brightside, I still manage to hack my way through the urban jungle without being mauled by cheetahs.
I know you're thinking "there are no Cheetahs in Minnesota".
Yes there are....
You know what a "Cougar" is, don'tcha?
Yup- an older woman who prefers the company of younger men.
Well, a "Cheetah" is a younger woman who prefers an older guy.
Before we go any further, I adhere to a VERY strict Dating Code:
1- I don't date women under 30, and
2- See Rule 1.
That said, it's quite obvious that 21,22,23---
well, you get my point.
And Cheetahs travel in packs, too... very scary premise, as I'll tell ya later, if I don't bore you to death with details.
Let's set the scene, shall we?
A crowded, sprawling,upscale nightclub.
The heavy ,throbbing bass of frenetic house rhythms battering against you almost as solidly as the crush of glistening, dancing bodies against a day glow-painted backdrop.
there are few tables, little more in the room than a long, neon-lit bar , a huge dance floor, and a DJ booth with speakers that look as tall as the room itself.
I had the dubious fortune of going clubbing with some of my younger friends (34,32,29,27,and 25, respectively), and we managed to get separated in the crowd.
I decided to actually THINK and headed directly for the bar, to meet my crew.
Well, that, and to get my double shot of tequila with a Jameson back..
Anyway, As I headed for the bar, a small group of VERY attractive ladies were heading TOWARD the dance floor, and directly at yours truly.
I smiled and casually stepped out of their way, and I guess the gesture really got to them, as they'd invited me to come sit with them, which (quite obviously) I really wanted to take them up on-
-so i did.
For some odd reason I can't explain, SOMETHING inside of me made me blurt out "I'll get the first round!"
Although I wanted to kick myself, I'd already made the offer, so I had to own up.
It was then I started getting names and taking..a-HEM.. physical inventory of them-to their credit , they were all rather cute, but not QUITE to my standards.
What ARE my standards????
You'll have to ask me.
I also noticed the timbre of their voices.. thin, young voices, not quite giggling schoolgirls, but not too far off.
There WAS one who was a bit more mature , curvy, a voice with a more mature lilt to it (and extremely sexy, too, no joke!), and I immediately tried to connect with her.I was making progress to, except
THE FICKLE FINGER OF FATE DECIDED TO FLIP ME OFF!
It was at THAT given moment that my buddies found me, surrounded by this bevy of beauties, and they IMMEDIATELY had to join the party (no worries about cockblocking here, as we were basically outnumbered some 1.75 to 1).
Pleasantries and crudities were exchanged, and ,before long, everyone began to pair off, except for me and 2 of the ladies.
The first, a petite fiery redhead named Natalie , was quick to strike up conversation, which I found fairly attractive.
Her friend, a Taller, curvy, raven haired cutie named Randi, would jump in and out of the conversation, but LOVED to crack jokes.
She had me damn near falling off of my chair.
We sat and drank as our friends were basically pinballed about on the crowded dance floor.
We talked about Russian Composers, Greek art, Mayan society,Rush Limbaugh (blecch!:biggrin1and drank.
Randi told as many crude, racist,sexist, and ethnic jokes as she could manage to spit out, which is also rather attractive (Fast thinker, Sense of humor).
After about 3 rounds, we were getting pretty tanked, and I was starting to run low on cash....
Randi, being a mischievious sort, ordered the next round of drinks, and staggered tipsily to the bar to get them.
This gave Natalie and I a little one to one time.
Natalie said she thought best on her feet, so she led me out to the dance floor... and Believe me, the little chick can DANCE!
Either the shots were kicking in( pity I never had that Jameson), or this woman danced so smoothly, so gracefully, that her body left subtle blurs in the faux-smoke that wafted thickly through the air.
She leaned forward , showing me a tantalizing view of her cleavage, and I guess all common sense just sorta poured out of my head, and I let the music, the booze, and this adorable little minx in front of me... but I kept asking myself "how old is she?"
This thought was pushed FAR from my head when Randi essentially slithered up behid me, wrapped her arms around my waist, pulling Natalie to her,or would that be, to US?
Natalie danced more fervently, grinding her lithe body against me, while Randi gyrated behind me as her hands edged down.. down...
I was lost to the sensations of the music, the touches, the alcohol, and the wild hoots and catcalls of our friends and other clubbers.
It was after this dance that Randi and Natalie suggested we found more "intimate" surroundings... such as Randi's Apartment.
I won't go into any detail, but the next morning , over Western Omelettes and coffee( I cooked, heh heh !), I FINALLY managed to ask them How old they were.
Natalie chimed up happily " I just turned 22!"
Randi stated, rather seductively"I'm 25- old enough to know better and young enough to keep doing it".
I smiled broadly, despite my "Rule",and just proceeded to finish my breakfast and head to the shower"
Randi followed me to the shower, and , as she got INTO it, she asked me my age.
I told her outright that I'm 42.
As I turned on the water she looked at me , VERY curiously, and said I KNEW I picked a good one!" as she winked slyly.
As the water covered the both of us, we embraced lustily, she looked me in the eye and sorta laughed "42,huh? You wouldn't have thought so last night"
And we'll leave it at that.
so that is a Cheetah- a young woman who likes older guys, who moves in stealthily, moves quickly, and goes RIGHT for the ...umm... Throat (yeah! That's a good term!)
Sorry about the long absence.
Been doing a lot of self-improvement, inside and out.
Now, while not always Mr.Brightside, I still manage to hack my way through the urban jungle without being mauled by cheetahs.
I know you're thinking "there are no Cheetahs in Minnesota".
Yes there are....
You know what a "Cougar" is, don'tcha?
Yup- an older woman who prefers the company of younger men.
Well, a "Cheetah" is a younger woman who prefers an older guy.
Before we go any further, I adhere to a VERY strict Dating Code:
1- I don't date women under 30, and
2- See Rule 1.
That said, it's quite obvious that 21,22,23---
well, you get my point.
And Cheetahs travel in packs, too... very scary premise, as I'll tell ya later, if I don't bore you to death with details.
Let's set the scene, shall we?
A crowded, sprawling,upscale nightclub.
The heavy ,throbbing bass of frenetic house rhythms battering against you almost as solidly as the crush of glistening, dancing bodies against a day glow-painted backdrop.
there are few tables, little more in the room than a long, neon-lit bar , a huge dance floor, and a DJ booth with speakers that look as tall as the room itself.
I had the dubious fortune of going clubbing with some of my younger friends (34,32,29,27,and 25, respectively), and we managed to get separated in the crowd.
I decided to actually THINK and headed directly for the bar, to meet my crew.
Well, that, and to get my double shot of tequila with a Jameson back..
Anyway, As I headed for the bar, a small group of VERY attractive ladies were heading TOWARD the dance floor, and directly at yours truly.
I smiled and casually stepped out of their way, and I guess the gesture really got to them, as they'd invited me to come sit with them, which (quite obviously) I really wanted to take them up on-
-so i did.
For some odd reason I can't explain, SOMETHING inside of me made me blurt out "I'll get the first round!"
Although I wanted to kick myself, I'd already made the offer, so I had to own up.
It was then I started getting names and taking..a-HEM.. physical inventory of them-to their credit , they were all rather cute, but not QUITE to my standards.
What ARE my standards????
You'll have to ask me.
I also noticed the timbre of their voices.. thin, young voices, not quite giggling schoolgirls, but not too far off.
There WAS one who was a bit more mature , curvy, a voice with a more mature lilt to it (and extremely sexy, too, no joke!), and I immediately tried to connect with her.I was making progress to, except
THE FICKLE FINGER OF FATE DECIDED TO FLIP ME OFF!
It was at THAT given moment that my buddies found me, surrounded by this bevy of beauties, and they IMMEDIATELY had to join the party (no worries about cockblocking here, as we were basically outnumbered some 1.75 to 1).
Pleasantries and crudities were exchanged, and ,before long, everyone began to pair off, except for me and 2 of the ladies.
The first, a petite fiery redhead named Natalie , was quick to strike up conversation, which I found fairly attractive.
Her friend, a Taller, curvy, raven haired cutie named Randi, would jump in and out of the conversation, but LOVED to crack jokes.
She had me damn near falling off of my chair.
We sat and drank as our friends were basically pinballed about on the crowded dance floor.
We talked about Russian Composers, Greek art, Mayan society,Rush Limbaugh (blecch!:biggrin1
and drank.Randi told as many crude, racist,sexist, and ethnic jokes as she could manage to spit out, which is also rather attractive (Fast thinker, Sense of humor).
After about 3 rounds, we were getting pretty tanked, and I was starting to run low on cash....
Randi, being a mischievious sort, ordered the next round of drinks, and staggered tipsily to the bar to get them.
This gave Natalie and I a little one to one time.
Natalie said she thought best on her feet, so she led me out to the dance floor... and Believe me, the little chick can DANCE!
Either the shots were kicking in( pity I never had that Jameson), or this woman danced so smoothly, so gracefully, that her body left subtle blurs in the faux-smoke that wafted thickly through the air.
She leaned forward , showing me a tantalizing view of her cleavage, and I guess all common sense just sorta poured out of my head, and I let the music, the booze, and this adorable little minx in front of me... but I kept asking myself "how old is she?"
This thought was pushed FAR from my head when Randi essentially slithered up behid me, wrapped her arms around my waist, pulling Natalie to her,or would that be, to US?
Natalie danced more fervently, grinding her lithe body against me, while Randi gyrated behind me as her hands edged down.. down...
I was lost to the sensations of the music, the touches, the alcohol, and the wild hoots and catcalls of our friends and other clubbers.
It was after this dance that Randi and Natalie suggested we found more "intimate" surroundings... such as Randi's Apartment.
I won't go into any detail, but the next morning , over Western Omelettes and coffee( I cooked, heh heh !), I FINALLY managed to ask them How old they were.
Natalie chimed up happily " I just turned 22!"
Randi stated, rather seductively"I'm 25- old enough to know better and young enough to keep doing it".
I smiled broadly, despite my "Rule",and just proceeded to finish my breakfast and head to the shower"
Randi followed me to the shower, and , as she got INTO it, she asked me my age.
I told her outright that I'm 42.
As I turned on the water she looked at me , VERY curiously, and said I KNEW I picked a good one!" as she winked slyly.
As the water covered the both of us, we embraced lustily, she looked me in the eye and sorta laughed "42,huh? You wouldn't have thought so last night"
And we'll leave it at that.
so that is a Cheetah- a young woman who likes older guys, who moves in stealthily, moves quickly, and goes RIGHT for the ...umm... Throat (yeah! That's a good term!)
