"The Essence Of Bay Rum And Cigarette Kisses, Blended With Beer"
"He was a she that was a he"
By : Miss Oblivious
Part 1
He had helped me clean up the glass from the night before, that morning seemed so crisp. The sun was bright for it being as early as it was. The stale stench from dancing, booze and closeness filled the air. He mumbled something and I replied with a grunt. Hoping this would be as much communication passed for now, we had met a few years back, and had alot of the same friends, but didn't really know one another. I don't count going to a crowded show with too much to drink an intimate engagement. Maybe a more than often pastime but not much more than that! Last night was a little different though. We had both coincidentally ended up at the same bar, Again!
This time we actually sat and talked. Both of us only pausing for a slug off a pint or shot, to take a piss or shout the words to a song playing on the jukebox, "neat neat neat","femme bitch top" we played that a few times. I voluntarily invited a few pals back to my place for a nightcap and what not's, we stumbled down Valencia. One thing led to another, Edgar then locked lips with me and next thing I remember he was waking me up surrounded by the chaos of a late nite drinking session. My hands were shaking so I went and grabbed a glass of water and aspirin, he was one of those types that grabbed another can of PBR to dismiss his tremors. I liked the way he smelled, almost comforting, yet ...
We made quick eye contact a few times, but you know it's always weird the morning after especially if you've "kinda" been friends. If its someone you just met, then whatever, but when its this guy you "kinda" always thought was cute and funny then eye contact can be intimidating after a romp. It seemed I had pulled one of my "oh lets break glass" nights! When I drink large amounts of hooch I acquire this desire to break glass, I claim" it makes me feel good" this time the victim was a case of rolling rock bottles and the vodka we polished off. Shards in the bathtub of all places: Great! Edgar seemed to be smitten with my outrageous behavior so I felt a bit proud since I'd heard he was hard to impress. I told him i had to go meet some friends about a show we were putting together, but to call me later if he felt up to it. In the back my mind i didn't really expect him to. After he left i locked the door and went back to bed trying to remember the night, which made my head feel slushy, so i popped a Tylenol PM to try and sleep off the slosh. I had surreal dreams that afternoon, well that i can recollect clearly. Lots of purple,lots of trees, plastic coat-hangers and false teeth.
I kept thinking about the way he smelled and felt turned on, starting to get some hope that he might call so we can conduct some hanky panky: when not so intoxicated.The essence of bay rum and cigarette kisses, blended with beer was all I could recall about our intimacy. The sun had decided to set which was my cue to call Timmy & Otis so we could start our evening and discuss the line-up for December 13th.Those two were troopers and probably had slept less than an hour and polished a few tins of ale,not me! I always needed a few hours of rest to even consider reapplying my lips, ripped up knee-highs and toss-ling my rat-nest. I know they had 20 questions about what actions occurred after they left my place.But in all honestly I only remember what I mentioned above."The essence of bay rum and cigarette kisses, blended with beer", they knew me well enough that, that wouldn't surprise them, along with all the broken glass. Ronnie joined us and was flawless as ever! That was a classy bitch!No matter how high, sleep deprived and exhausted her appearance turned heads......to be con't