Five Dumb Things Said After Sex: Part 2 of 5
Manhattan is the perfect place for a middle-aged professional woman to start life over. I love Sex and the City, and actually have dreams of someday having Carrie Bradshaw-like exploits.
Carrie Bradshaw (aka Sarah Jessica Parker) of Sex and the City fame
The staff at the magazine I write for is amazing. They heard about my story and took me under their wing, showing me around the city: the best places to shop, to eat, and where all the best bargains are. I didn’t have the heart to tell them that I grew up on the Upper East Side.
There was really only one thing that I needed help with: where was the best place to meet new singles? The place that was hot in my day was Studio 54. Everyone just looked at me strangely when I said that.
The girls took me to a club in SoHo. A nice place with a mature atmosphere, good food, and cool music. There was a guy across the room scoping us out as we sat at the bar. One of the girls said he was looking at me. Of course I didn’t believe her. My confidence then wasn’t as it is now, and I was sure he was looking at one of them since they were much younger than me. He walked over and asked if he could buy me a drink. I said, “Of course.”
This guy was hot. Nice smile, dressed very well, and had a great sense of humor. I didn’t want to go home with him that night, as I had only met these girls a few days ago and the last thing that I wanted was the reputation of being “loose.” So I gave him my number, and he gave me his, and that was that.
A few days passed and I got a call from Lewis. He wanted to take me out to dinner. I gushed. I was on cloud nine for the rest of the day. That evening, he took me to a nice Indian restaurant where we got to know each other. It turns out that we had a lot in common. Throughout the night I was thinking, I am so going to have sex with him.
He took me back to his place, in Brooklyn, where we made mad, hot, passionate love. The evening was perfect. I could not think of anything that could ruin this memory.
Boy, was I wrong. After the third round of sex, he ran his hands through my sweat-drenched hair, looked me dead in the eye and said, “I’ve dated a lot of hot chicks. You’re okay, though.”
I didn’t know how to take that. I just smiled and thought, What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Was it a compliment? A stab? I didn’t ask; I just got dressed and left, telling him I would call him.
Men. If they only keep their mouths shut, we women would never know how dumb they really are.
For more Dumb Things Said After Sex, check out parts 1, 3, 4 and 5.
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Lust, sex and New York City are passions of Emilia V. Edmonds. She is a divorced, forty-something cougar who is a self-professed mental slut, and who enjoys spreading her mind and thoughts to as many men or women as possible.
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