Andrew

Whilst at work one day, I found myself getting along with the 18 year old trainee, Chrissie, really well. She had a boyfriend and lived with him in a rather expensive waterfront apartment, but was very keen to come out to a club with me. We decided to visit a few clubs on a thursday night as it was "ladies night" which at one club involved a "wet briefs" competition where men were hosed down in white briefs. It was usually pretty good, but the reason why we also went out was the cheap and sometimes free drinks.
Generally Chrissie and I like to tease when we go out and dance very close together and touch eachother, then generally we will pull a guy in to dance with us. No "look" necessary! This was our first night out together and this habit fell into place from the beginning. We visited a club that was I guess a little trashy, but full of people having fun and danced on the tables like everyone else was doing. We had some attention from different guys, but I could feel someone dancing close behind me and decided to turn and look at him. He gave me a big smile and we started to dance together. He was gorgeous, tall and fit looking and as he spoke, I noticed an American accent. He told me he was from California and his name was Andrew. He was visiting with some friends. We began to kiss, and I got a little carried away and forgot about Chrissie. We had been dancing and kissing for quite a while and he kept attempting to put his hands down my pants and I kept moving his hands away. I turned away quickly. "Oh my gosh, I forgot about my friend!" I said. "Oh, okay, well you better go look for her," he said, assuming rejection. It was at that moment I turned and noticed her on the dancefloor. "No it's okay," I answered quickly and moved toward him again for a kiss. He asked if I wanted to leave with him and I agreed.
He couldn't find his hotel room key, so we had to wait for his friend outside the club. He was approached by some other friends of his who introduced themselves to me.
"Hey, Ann, you've picked a good one here. Look at him, he looks like Matt Damon!" One of his friends said.
"Matt Damon" one of his other friends burst in (in the same tone as the Matt Damon character in Team America). I noticed the resemblance and began to laugh "You DO look like Matt Damon!" I giggled.
We went back to his hotel room and he came rather quickly and spent a long time trying to get it up again. He was very sweet though, and apologised. "It's been 11 months since I last had sex," he explained and because he worked away in remote areas, there wasn't many available women for him.
I went to leave the next morning and he took me to the hotel reception to call a cab. The receptionist asked many unnecessary questions - "Where is the cab going?" "Wow, that's kinda far, that will be an expensive fare" "Just for yourself, love?" It was all rather embarassing.
Andrew gave me a kiss goodbye and $30 for the cab fare, which I wasn't going to take, but did, because I realised I had no idea how much money was in my account and the cab would cost about that.
It was a couple of weeks after that when I met Jim, a crazy Irishman. It still upsets me a little to think of him, and I still sometimes want to hear from him, but I refuse to make the call.... Why do men make all of us women crazy??
Till next time,
Ann xx