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Pre-MILF

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Even though the term MILF existed before American Pie, it didn’t gain traction in the English language until after Stifler’s Mom showed up.  This is a recap of one of the greatest nights in history, for me at least, a night that I was exposed to a completely new lifestyle and a few new experiences.

There was a local bar that all my friends from college spent a considerable amount of time in.  The bar was close to school and liked having us college kids there, since we were spending our parents’ money and most of us tipped well.  More than just a bar, it was a restaurant that served pretty good food until about 9pm.  The dinner crowd was eclectic, but after the band showed up and it started getting loud, most of the families scattered, leaving only us college boys.  This was a guys hangout.  The only women that ever came in did it on a dare, by accident, or as part of a bachelorette party.  OK by us, we just wanted to hang out, drink beer, and tell lies.

In late August of my senior year in college, I headed to the bar, just as I did almost every other weekend night.  I got there about 10pm and noticed that the bar was a little deserted.  There were a few groups of my friends so I grabbed a beer and started making the rounds.  A while later, I headed back to the bar to grab another drink.  As I was walking away, someone tapped my arm and asked for a light.  I turned to see an absolutely beautiful, slightly older, woman sitting at the corner of the bar.  She was turned around, facing the crowds, seeming to enjoy the scene.  Reaching for a light, I quickly lit her cigarette and started away.  Returning to my table with the guys, I noticed that she was scanning the room, but seemed to have fixed her gaze on our table.

Returning to the bar, I went to order another drink, but the mystery woman quickly stopped me.  “A Budweiser…” she asked, sliding a cold, fresh bottle my way.  “I’m Melissa” she said, extending her tanned arm.  I introduced myself and asked if I could sit with her.  We chatted for a while, then I mentioned that she seemed a little out of place in this bar.  Visiting from out of town, she explained, before pointing to the brand new hotel across the street from the bar, “I’m here for a few days on vacation.”  Making small talk is not a strong suit, so I struggled to keep the conversation going.  No ring on her finger, but she mentioned that she had two kids who were staying with their grandparents while she was in town.  Melissa, it turned out, was a sexy forty-four years old, but had a body to rival the girls at my college.  Tanned and trim, with short blonde hair and bright blue eyes, she could easily pass for 30.

Not wanting to appear too desperate, I wrapped up the conversation and headed back to my table of friends.  I kept my eyes on her as she finished her drink, ordered another, and quickly finished that one.  One more cigarette and she headed to the bathroom, and I thought, out the side door.  Giving my attention to the table again, I was surprised when she came up behind me and leaned over.  “I am walking over to my hotel room right now and would like it if you came along.”  Never in my short life had a woman been so forward with me.  I stammered for a second before my buddy Ray spoke up for me, “I’ll close your tab.”  What else could I do?  I chugged my beer, grabbed my smokes, and walked out the door with Melissa holding my arm.

Instead of heading right for the room, we detoured to the bar, a swanky sort of place with jazz, cigar smoke, and professionals, a far cry from the grungy pub we just left.  We sat in one of the small booths towards the back and ordered a few drinks, switching to scotch to help calm my nerves.

Melissa was lightly touching my leg, not aggressively, but just enough to let me know she was there.  We chatted a little more and soon the conversation turned to her family.  Not knowing what else to say, I asked about her kids.  She told me a little about them and turned the conversation to her husband.  “Ex?” I asked, hoping for clarification.  “No.”  Um…  “Is he with the kids,” I asked, “I thought they were with your parents?”  No, she replied, he’s upstairs…

To be continued

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July 25, 2008 at 12:18 am

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