Women, Just as bad as Men and the Adventures of Ru

It was a Saturday and I spent most of the day with my eldest daughter. After dropping her off, I decided to visit a local watering hole. I am not a big drinker, but I do occasionally, about a few times per year, go to the local, club, pub, or bar.

This watering hole was very large with a restaurant, bar, and local band. I haven't been to that place in about 7 or 8 years and it had not changed very much. It was early about 7:30 PM and there was a small crowd in the drinking area with a mixture of young and folks my age. I walked in sat at the bar and ordered a beer.

As I drank and looked around, I noticed one loud fellow sitting a few chairs away from me. You know the type, people that are loud so as to try and involve everyone into their conversations. Well, the more I can quickly figure someone-out, the sooner I start ignoring them, especially anyone making too much of an effort in trying to impress me or get my attention, of course depending how they go about it. Well, after about 3 sips of my beer, and I was taking my sweet time, then that guy catches me looking in his direction, looks at me and says “hello” to me. Now I have no choice, I have to respond, so I say hello, how are you(big mistake and habit). He quickly started verbally regurgitating his life story about how he is getting a divorce and she's getting all the money..bla..bla..bla.. Then he goes into how great this bar is and how quickly you can get laid and starts pointing-out all the female bartenders and waitresses walking around and busy working, like we where in the days of the wild west and most of the women at the local saloon were prostitutes doing wha they had to just to survive. I ask him if he has ever been to this bar before and he assures me it's his first time, now I am really irritated and can't wait for him to go away. He reminds me of those guys who thinks all the women are looking at him and want him. I suddenly blessed, he ordered something from the restaurant to go, it arrived and he had to leave, thank God.

I noticed a few pool tables and decided to play a game, I haven't played in years and thought I would just rack it up and shoot for awhile. I am not much good for sitting at the bar and bending my elbow all night(boring), I have to do something, shoot darts, pool, or my favorite pastime...dancing. As I lean over the pool table, facing the woman's bathrooms, and take a shot, I noticed a women leaving and we notice each other, not bad(cute) I thought and continued fixated on my game and moving around the table to prepare from my next shot. She comes over to me and asks me, who I was playing with and I said myself and she said why? I said, because I wanted to play and didn't need anyone else to do that. She asked me if I wouldn't mind if she joined me. I said not at all, why not I thought to myself, cute or not...I would play with anyone as I am friendly and how someone looks has nothing to do with it. To protect the guilty, I'll call her Hortensia, a 42 year old, divorced with two daughters and whom I had to constantly remind and repeat throughout the night, my age, the age of my children, and my nationality.

To make a long story short, as this blog has a 4,000 word maximum, I was in for a very interesting night. Two couples, our age, where sitting next to the pool table wanted to play and quickly befriended us both. By now the place is hopping and filled with people and Hortensia, as I quickly learned, was drunk. She was all over the couples husbands(a very secure couple that took things in stride) and me. The band started playing and she dragged me out to the dance floor saw I could move and started grinding up against me, that turned me off and left for the pool table, she followed and continued to hang all over me. At one point, I told the couple that I was disappearing for awhile and went to eat a slice of pizza.