Angel or Not?

After a long hard day working, I decided I needed a break. I pulled in at a local bar. Being that I move a lot because of my job I always seem to find these out of the way bars. I found an empty stool at the bar so I sat down and ordered a nice cold draft. The place was pretty empty for early evening.

Four drafts into the evening the place started to come to life. I was kind of worried when I noticed there were guys dancing with guys and women with women. Scattered around the dance floor there were even males dancing with females. I though, "Each to their own," even though I have never been turned on by the thought of dance, kissing or even having sex with another man. But I am getting away from the story at hand.

Setting there I noticed a blonde with gorgeous blue eyes checking me out. I am guessing she was about 5'7" tall with long blonde hair. She was wearing a bright pink sweater with pink matching lipstick, a very tight very and I do mean very short black mini skirt, and 6" stiletto heals that made her claves call out to me. Slowly she walked over to where I was at and introduced herself as Angela. Stammering like normal I told her that my name was Loyd and asked her if she would like to join me for a drink.

I ordered another beer and a mixed drink for her. We made small talk for hours and damn it her eyes were killing me. I kept finding myself stumbling over my words even though I wasn't the least bit drunk.

Next thing I know the bar tender called last call. I cant believe that I had spent the entire evening lost in conversation with this very hot and sexy woman. I told her that I think I could talk to her till the sun came up and never run out of anything to say.

What she said next caught me totally off guard. "So is your mouth good for anything other than talking?" she said. Now you wanna talk about being lost for words, all I could do is just shake my head yes. She asked if I wanted to go back to her place which accepted with out a second thought.