It was a great night, other than the fight with two guys, but I came out unscathed and the owner’s daughter was all about the SteveO. Well this needs a little clarification, I actually only fought one, but the owner’s daughter almost beat down the other guy. I think she would have won, if security didn’t break it up. More about that to come in a moment.
I was happy not to be stuck home on a Friday night, and I was fearful my pink and sparkly friend would stop by again, get me drunk and seduce me. I was bummed about that whole situation and still don’t know what I’m going to do about it. I really have to be careful how I should play this out, without compromising our relationship. It sucks, but I’m pretty sure we will end up messing it all up, whether by one lust induced night, or a more of a formal relationship.
It was already late from when the owner’s daughter said she’d be there and I wondered if she had gotten lost to my house. It’s not too uncommon. The problem is I live in rural TN, but it is a town, it’s just that my house is down this long dirt road, without a street sign. My address is the same as the street, but that’s the reason FedEx won’t deliver there. I also have a PO Box. I live about 2/10th of a mile into a big wood. I have a real nice log cabin at the end of a long dirt road. It’s a gorgeous home though and no, it doesn’t have dirt floors. It’s quiet; it’s secluded, but still in the middle of the comforts of an urban area.
I knew she got lost; if you blink you miss the driveway. I’m sure when she jokingly asked if I was bringing her into the woods to kill her, she was a bit uncertain if I really was. Finally after about 5 calls I saw the car’s headlights I think she got angry when I called her stupid. Maybe I shouldn’t have, but she did get determined to find me.
She arrives right on time and she’s wearing khaki’s that hug her perfect body just lovely. They are not too tight, not too loose, but just perfect to outline that wonder of perfection. She has a black little shirt that shows off her midriff, yet is still classy. I can’t see any panty lines so I’m thinking thong. Would I be right and if so would I actually get to see it? At the same time her long brown hair is combed straight and I notice she isn’t just hot; she really is a beautiful lady. Damn I feel lucky to be with her.
I purposely run a few minutes late to force her inside, but I think she was coming inside anyway. I wasn’t sure if I should do this, but I sprayed an additional 2 shots of ammo, 2 Instant shine and two IFM. LOL, I figured she would either avoid me like the plague or jump me, but she started out pretty reserved. We chatted for a bit just to kind of feel each other out a bit. Talking on the phone and in a store is completely different to speaking face to face. A little nerve wracking, but I think we really hit it off. I found out she was a real TN tom-boy. She loved the outdoors and I was pretty sure she was coming back to my cabin in the woods to do some exploring. If I was lucky, maybe she would be exploring the bed!
She didn’t really show off any indicators that the pheromones were working. Soon after she came in, she got anxious to leave; so maybe, I thought they were having an adverse effect. Maybe I did screw it up.
It’s an hour drive to the organic restaurant, a more formal place, but we talked about this and that the whole way. It turns out we had a lot in common. One thing was clear, which I kind of am proud of. She said she’s noticed me for a while and wondered when I would notice her. She said she finally just had to talk to me, which I am grateful she did. At this stage I wonder if the pheromone had anything to do with it at all or was I just one hell of a lucky guy who just needed a kick in the ass. I still wasn’t sure about the pheromones working, but she was very pleasant to be with and seemed interested.
When we arrived the place was packed. The hostess said it was a 45 minute wait and we decided the sports bar slash restaurant next door would be a better idea. Who wants to wait that long for a freaking seat? Anyway the sports bar was perfect and we elected for a bar table, our waitress did suck though. Apparently the waitress wasn’t feeling well, which she elected to take 15 minutes to explain to us and also forget our order every time she took it. It was a simple order, which she chose not to write down. She couldn’t even get her vodka and cranberry and my rum and diet coke correct. Almost every time we had to remind her, or another waitress. One thing for sure the waitress’ were very flirty with me, which in a way benefited me by causing my girl to hold onto me a little closer.
The bar area had those little round tables all kind of crowded together. I noticed a bleach blond with dark streaks at the table next to us pay deep attention to me. At one point her and her friend wondered off to what I assumed was the bathroom. When she came back she looked right into my eyes and gave me a come hither smile. I was kind of shocked when my date asked me what type of magic spell I had over women. HEHE, if only she knew! We got along really great and had some most excellent conversations. There still were no signs of the pheromones affecting her though.
After a while of drinking, eating and merriment most of the crowd around us changed. Our waitress even changed. Thank goodness for that. At the table next to us two couples sat down. One guy’s girl couldn’t keep her eyes off me. I guess either her date was annoyed or he became hostile to my pheromone signature because he became rude. It was as if he could smell the pheromones, because at one point he said that guy smells like shit.
Normally I am docile, but he was too close and I did not want to be spoken to as if I was a punk. I would hold my ground if necessary, but I told my date that the guy was rude and an asshole. I said it loud enough so he could hear me. Even the bartender asked him to quit down and said there was no violence allowed. Two security guys, both huge, moved into the bar area and took residence at a table that adjoined the outside rail that separated the bar and dining area. Again keep in mind I am just drinking my drink after several hours in this area, without any incidence. I was not the aggressor, and if this idiot had kept his stupidity to himself, all would have been well. We were actually waiting for the bill. The owner’s daughter was a little nervous, but I gently squeezed her hand and reassured her with my eyes that all would be well. I could see she was still apprehensive, but I was not. I have some fighting skills that I elect not to disclose on this post, but they are there.
I had already sized the guy up, about my height and skinnier than me. Looked like more of a redneck, drunkard, who with a bit of alcohol thinks he’s superhuman. Easy to take out if done properly. He had a friend that was bigger and probably more of a challenge but his shoulders hung low. By his displayed body language you could see he did not want to fight. I did not either, as I was with this girl out on our first date. The bill came and I was just about to put my girls coat on her, yeah I’m a gentleman that way, and without provocation, the idiot shoved me from behind as if I wasn’t going to do anything. I had enough so I decided it was time to call him at his game.
I spun around and I can see this guy winding up for a haymaker. I simply grab his hand and thumb yanking backwards (think extreme pain) spin him around so his arm crosses his neck, knee in behind his knee and drop him to the ground in kneeling position all the while using his own arm to choke him out. OK I’ll tell you, 4 years HS wrestling, 2 years US Army, Special Forces. I don’t make it an issue, but I can handle myself well.
I am not a violent man, nor do I tend to allow myself to get angry, however, I do not allow anyone to touch me. My only concern was his big friend, who although slouched, still felt the desire to help his friend. He jumped up and although all this happened in a few seconds seems like time stops and I hear my girl, my date screams with an evil sly HEY! You go near him and I’ll rip your fucking spleen out with my bare hands.
Remember when she was nervous about driving down the dirt road into the woods. I actually was the one who shivered in fright now. This girl, my date, was a true psycho.
It lasted about a whole of 30 seconds as the bouncers were there to remove this guy by his collar and his nearly passed out friend who I held. I thought we were going to be asked to leave to. At this point everyone around us started talking that that guy was the aggressor. The manager came over and saved us from being ejected, but we were planning to leave anyway. He offered his apologies for what had transpired and said the bill was on the house. That was one of the best things to happen all night. We gathered our belongings and tried to leave, but policy is we can’t leave till the cops get there. No fighting in parking lot.
I wasn’t worried though, I knew I was in the right, plus I have a brother who is a reserve deputy sheriff. The two guys had turned tail and left so all was cool. My girl held onto me so tightly I thought she would squeeze the life out of me. I didn’t mind though. We left and I was proud it wasn’t an all out brawl and I had not even as much as a scrape.
Pheromones gone haywire, maybe this can be my first OD experience, but I’m not sure if you can consider someone else’s negative reaction an OD.
Need to get a drink finish juicy part in second.