Straight Male / 27
So I was, and still am, a big fan of the show "How I met your Mother" and I completely agree with the theory that nothing good happens after 2 am and have honestly had that pop into my head and go home.
I was at a club and it was way past 1 am as I looked at the time, I thought well it is time to get out of here and go home. I went to the bathroom with the full intention of zipping it up and walking out to my car, I walked out of the door and practically ran into one of the hottest women I have ever seen. I managed to make some moves and not run into her and she made the comment to me that I must be a great dancer with moves like those. I laughed it off and told her that I could try but no I am not that great of a dancer. She smiled at me and told me to wait a few minutes while she went to the ladies room then I could show her my dance floor moves.
About 2:15 I was ready to head home after close to an hour of dancing and having worked all day, the woman was hot but I was fading fast and did not want to be jerk but I was tired. I asked her if I could have her contact info and we could go out sometime, of course her answer was, 'What, your leaving??"
I told her this has been an absolutely great time but I need to get to bed before I fall down and she responded with well that is no problem I can get you into bed. I about fell off my feet, one of the hottest women in the club just told me that she wanted to take me home and get me into bed. Slap me I must be dreaming, little did I remember that nothing good happens after 2 am.
We get to her place which happened to be a fairly nice house just a little bit out of town but I am thinking well this is not so bad, should have been thinking, married woman recently separated but still married. Four steps into the front door we are kissing like a couple of high school kids practically groping our way to the bedroom, I had already rounded third base and was ready to steal home when there was a loud banging on the front door. I stopped and looked at her asking a really stupid question, "Was that someone pounding on your door??", I went on with, "who would be pounding on your door at like ten minutes to three in the morning??"
"Probably my stupid ex-husband, well in a few more weeks ex-husband", she said.
"Great" was all I could manage. I thought to myself, I am a decent size guy so I will go to the front door and tell the guy "Hey Bro' she did not tell me that she was still attached so I will be on my way as you seem a little crazy about her still." But no as I here her talking to the 911 operator telling them that her ex-husband with the restraining order is beating on her front door and they need to send a cop over here. She hangs up and tells me I cannot leave because she will need me to tell the cops everything that has happened so she can make his life even more miserable than it already is now.
All I could think about was how I was on my way out the door of the club to go home and go to bed but no I had to run into Mrs. Wrong wearing the hottest fricken top in the universe. So the cops get to her house and explain once again to him that he should not be here and if he violates the terms of his blah, blah, blah, that he will be arrested for his next offense. I shortened that quite a bit as all of that took about 45 minutes. I turn to her and tell her to have a better night when, are you ready for this, she asks me for my phone number. I laughed at the hottest woman I have laid eyes on in some time and told her not in a million years. So everyone is pulling out of the driveway at the same time but I am not in a familiar place so I end up missing the side of her driveway and hang my car up on the drainage ditch and cannot move. One of the cops walks up to my window and asks if I am okay and tells me that they can call a tow truck if I need one. I replied that yes that would be great and thanked him, meanwhile Mrs. Wrong walks out to the end of her driveway and tells me that she is really sorry how the night turned out and she would really like to make it up to me by at least taking me to dinner some time. I waited about another hour for the truck to show up and pull my car out then finally got home and in bed at about 6 am.
Now a firm believer in nothing good happens after 2 am.
I was at a club and it was way past 1 am as I looked at the time, I thought well it is time to get out of here and go home. I went to the bathroom with the full intention of zipping it up and walking out to my car, I walked out of the door and practically ran into one of the hottest women I have ever seen. I managed to make some moves and not run into her and she made the comment to me that I must be a great dancer with moves like those. I laughed it off and told her that I could try but no I am not that great of a dancer. She smiled at me and told me to wait a few minutes while she went to the ladies room then I could show her my dance floor moves.
About 2:15 I was ready to head home after close to an hour of dancing and having worked all day, the woman was hot but I was fading fast and did not want to be jerk but I was tired. I asked her if I could have her contact info and we could go out sometime, of course her answer was, 'What, your leaving??"
I told her this has been an absolutely great time but I need to get to bed before I fall down and she responded with well that is no problem I can get you into bed. I about fell off my feet, one of the hottest women in the club just told me that she wanted to take me home and get me into bed. Slap me I must be dreaming, little did I remember that nothing good happens after 2 am.
We get to her place which happened to be a fairly nice house just a little bit out of town but I am thinking well this is not so bad, should have been thinking, married woman recently separated but still married. Four steps into the front door we are kissing like a couple of high school kids practically groping our way to the bedroom, I had already rounded third base and was ready to steal home when there was a loud banging on the front door. I stopped and looked at her asking a really stupid question, "Was that someone pounding on your door??", I went on with, "who would be pounding on your door at like ten minutes to three in the morning??"
"Probably my stupid ex-husband, well in a few more weeks ex-husband", she said.
"Great" was all I could manage. I thought to myself, I am a decent size guy so I will go to the front door and tell the guy "Hey Bro' she did not tell me that she was still attached so I will be on my way as you seem a little crazy about her still." But no as I here her talking to the 911 operator telling them that her ex-husband with the restraining order is beating on her front door and they need to send a cop over here. She hangs up and tells me I cannot leave because she will need me to tell the cops everything that has happened so she can make his life even more miserable than it already is now.
All I could think about was how I was on my way out the door of the club to go home and go to bed but no I had to run into Mrs. Wrong wearing the hottest fricken top in the universe. So the cops get to her house and explain once again to him that he should not be here and if he violates the terms of his blah, blah, blah, that he will be arrested for his next offense. I shortened that quite a bit as all of that took about 45 minutes. I turn to her and tell her to have a better night when, are you ready for this, she asks me for my phone number. I laughed at the hottest woman I have laid eyes on in some time and told her not in a million years. So everyone is pulling out of the driveway at the same time but I am not in a familiar place so I end up missing the side of her driveway and hang my car up on the drainage ditch and cannot move. One of the cops walks up to my window and asks if I am okay and tells me that they can call a tow truck if I need one. I replied that yes that would be great and thanked him, meanwhile Mrs. Wrong walks out to the end of her driveway and tells me that she is really sorry how the night turned out and she would really like to make it up to me by at least taking me to dinner some time. I waited about another hour for the truck to show up and pull my car out then finally got home and in bed at about 6 am.
Now a firm believer in nothing good happens after 2 am.
