A girl walks into a bar...

Look, AP... we were hoping for a sex scene. You fucked it up! 😂

Yabbut you're a guy. Chances are, the woman wouldn't make it into the bar by herself. I've only done that twice. Once was early so I didn't pay cover. Of course I got swarmed the minute I sat down. There was sex that night but only because my FWB stopped by and I left with him.

The other time? I couldn't get past the 5 guys at the entrance. My guy was waiting inside. I finally said, "Fuck it!" Made myself into a battering ram. Took a running start, bowled them over with my body, then told the bouncer who was not paying attention about all the trouble I had getting in there. He 86ed them.

And yes, there was sex. Just not in the bar. Back at my place with my guy.
 
Yabbut you're a guy. Chances are, the woman wouldn't make it into the bar by herself. I've only done that twice. Once was early so I didn't pay cover. Of course I got swarmed the minute I sat down. There was sex that night but only because my FWB stopped by and I left with him.

The other time? I couldn't get past the 5 guys at the entrance. My guy was waiting inside. I finally said, "Fuck it!" Made myself into a battering ram. Took a running start, bowled them over with my body, then told the bouncer who was not paying attention about all the trouble I had getting in there. He 86ed them.

And yes, there was sex. Just not in the bar. Back at my place with my guy.

She's right. In Real Life I've never been brave enough to go in a bar alone, not even to meet someone. I usually go with Michael. He's my best guy friend. He's black, and a wrestler. He's gay, so we're not together except in the spatial sense. We both watch the guys watching me, but he and I have different agendas in detail.

In college I DID used to go to frat parties alone, with predictable results.

Jamie
 
@sweetandsensual... how did the personal work out for you? Enquiring minds want to know, :rose:
 
Jamie dear, I wish you everything you dream for in that bar. Honestly I do, you can believe me. I am sure you can guess why.

No guesswork required. We both know why. Remember Munich.

Love,

Jamie

PS Michael's new S.O. is BI!
Dreams CAN come true.
 
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Haha

The funniest part about this thread(no offense to the OP) is that the problem women have with the bar scene is the thing most guys would love. If a guys is extremely good looking or dolled up with bling he might get hit on. Maybe one or two actual interested people but never to the scale of a women. Women get to pick and chose through the stock with just a smile or flash of skin. while men hope to just be given a chance to make an impression. I personally have never even tried to hit on a woman at the bar. Figured they wanted to be left alone or had company arriving soon. anyways just thought it was funny how what one sex hates the other enjoys the idea of.
 
The funniest part about this thread(no offense to the OP) is that the problem women have with the bar scene is the thing most guys would love. If a guys is extremely good looking or dolled up with bling he might get hit on. Maybe one or two actual interested people but never to the scale of a women. Women get to pick and chose through the stock with just a smile or flash of skin. while men hope to just be given a chance to make an impression. I personally have never even tried to hit on a woman at the bar. Figured they wanted to be left alone or had company arriving soon. anyways just thought it was funny how what one sex hates the other enjoys the idea of.

I thank you for that remark of yours. Disturbing Image. It was the most honest remark I heard here for a long time, and a very pertinent one, if one ever wants to understand the relationships between women and men.
 
I thank you for that remark of yours. Disturbing Image. It was the most honest remark I heard here for a long time, and a very pertinent one, if one ever wants to understand the relationships between women and men.

No problem man, Hopefully no women find it arrogant or offense but just meant to be funny.
 
I wasn't dancing. Really! I wasn't. I was just standing maybe a little too close to the band. And I wasn't wearing "spray-on" jeans, either. That's BS. I put them on wet, sure, and they shrink to fit. They don't shrink my ass though. It really is just that tight. So, okay, my jeans are tight. But not "spray-on" tight.

And I was NOT "flipping my hair." Or "jiggling my boobs." I have long hair. It's blond, and halfway down my back. I'm a dancer. Usually my hair is wound up in a tight bun on the back of my head. When I go out I like to have it down. It frames my face and spills off my shoulders. Sometimes a strand gets in my face and I turn my head to brush it back. But that's not "flipping my hair."

"Jiggling my boobs?" seriously? LOOK at me. I'm a 30A. I look like I'm fourteen they don't jiggle, anyway. They shiver, like the green Jell-o you get at the cafeteria.

I was standing by one of the speaker-things. It was a big box and it said "Cerwin Vegas" on it. So I guess the band was from one of the casinos. So, okay, I was watching the drummer. I'm not a musician but I studied music as part of my dance training. I was watching the kick. I thought he was using one of those trick pedals. He was doing these triplets in the kik. It wasn't a trick pedal. He was just that fast.

The sound was coming out of the big box. I couldn' t hear it . I could feel it in my chest, like an extra heartbeat. So, okay, I was clapping on the back-beat and I was pretty turned on so I was probably swaying just a little, so yah, my hair was probably bouncing some, but I was NOT DANCING and I was NOT FLIPPING MY HAIR!

Jamie

And this is exactly why I will always love you . . . :cool:
 
I don't seem to be on the right wavelength tonight, so I"m taking this private.

I'll be in chat for a while until I fall asleep.

Jamie
 
The funniest part about this thread(no offense to the OP) is that the problem women have with the bar scene is the thing most guys would love. If a guys is extremely good looking or dolled up with bling he might get hit on. Maybe one or two actual interested people but never to the scale of a women. Women get to pick and chose through the stock with just a smile or flash of skin. while men hope to just be given a chance to make an impression. I personally have never even tried to hit on a woman at the bar. Figured they wanted to be left alone or had company arriving soon. anyways just thought it was funny how what one sex hates the other enjoys the idea of.

Although that's pretty much true, it isn't the bling that attracts me. Sometimes I'm attracted to people that other women aren't. I don't think I ever hit on a guy in a bar but I sure have asked them to dance or struck up a conversation. I tend to be friendly with everyone unless they give me a reason not to be. However, when I talk to a guy or ask him to dance, he often assumes that I'm hitting on him.

When I used to go to a club on a regular basis, my GFs used to get mad at me because guys would ignore them and talk to me or ask me to dance. I wasn't better looking than them but I was friendly. They tended to be stuck up and rude.
 
I thank you for that remark of yours. Disturbing Image. It was the most honest remark I heard here for a long time, and a very pertinent one, if one ever wants to understand the relationships between women and men.

Not offended.

I don't want to become one of of those people offended by the truth.

Jamie

I swear to the god I don’t believe in that you two are the same person.
 
Yabbut you're a guy. Chances are, the woman wouldn't make it into the bar by herself. I've only done that twice. Once was early so I didn't pay cover. Of course I got swarmed the minute I sat down. There was sex that night but only because my FWB stopped by and I left with him.

The other time? I couldn't get past the 5 guys at the entrance. My guy was waiting inside. I finally said, "Fuck it!" Made myself into a battering ram. Took a running start, bowled them over with my body, then told the bouncer who was not paying attention about all the trouble I had getting in there. He 86ed them.

And yes, there was sex. Just not in the bar. Back at my place with my guy.

I dunno. I haven’t been to an actual bar in half-a-decade or longer possibly. I don’t drink alcohol and I don’t socialize. I play videogames, watch anime, and jerk off to my waifus.

WITH THAT BEING SAID, I have worked at a bar in the past year...

...in VA-11 HALL-A. 😂 (Nobody’s going to get this. It’s a videogame where you play a bartender in a Cyberpunk universe.)
 
It has been an interesting read.

But did it workout for me personally? Nope. ;)



A tad of advice perhaps?
In the future use a prolog being specific in what you hope to accomplish.
The opening line was good leaving it wide open for any direction and that's the beauty of this type of orchestration. You never know where dialogue leads.
Good-luck on your next attempt.
 
In the corner of the bar sits a middle aged woman, draped in frayed silks and festooned with heavy jewelry. She has wild and unkempt hair, a Romanesque nose, and mascara that has caked thick around her eyelids. Pendulous breasts hang low, a result of years of dancing braless around bonfires with reckless abandon. She might have been beautiful once, but her expression has now hardened into a permanent sneer.

She beckons the woman over to her corner, where a small round table is illuminated by a lantern that glows a hideous shade of green.

"Gaze into my eyes and see your future," she whispers.

Plaintively, the woman agrees. She sits down with measured apprehension as the two women, young and old, lock eyes. The young woman instantly feels seized by paralysis. She yearns to yank herself away and bolt for the door but her muscles have ceased to function.

The old gypsy reaches into one of her many pockets and pulls out a tiny, cracked mirror. Slowly she holds it up to the woman's face, mere inches from her nose.

And then it comes. The woman takes in her own reflection and lets out a high pitched, tremmorous shriek belched from the very center of purgatory. Her skin peels, the shriek collapses into an echo, and her very body evaporates into a wisp of smoke.

In the opposite corner sits a baby dressed in a three piece suit, smoking a Cuban. He has the voice of Al Pacino and wistfully chortles to himself, "Hehe, that one gets me every time."
 
A tad of advice perhaps?
In the future use a prolog being specific in what you hope to accomplish.
The opening line was good leaving it wide open for any direction and that's the beauty of this type of orchestration. You never know where dialogue leads.
Good-luck on your next attempt.

1) I didn’t ask for advice.

2) your response is like every one I get when I do get specific.

I was not complaining. I was not asking for input.

I am looking for a friend.
 
1) I didn’t ask for advice.

2) your response is like every one I get when I do get specific.

I was not complaining. I was not asking for input.

I am looking for a friend.

If your looking for a friend, I would enjoy hearing about you. *Slides into the both*
 
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