Date: Sun, 3 Mar 2013 23:07:37 -0500 (EST)
From: Violet295@aol.com
Subject: Saturday night Part 1

I was alone, for several months actually. I can handle that, some self
exploration and some adult alone time.
But the weekends are particularly hard to deal with. One Saturday, my
confidence was high and my  ego was in need of a massage. I mean I know  myself
and deal with it .Listen I am a woman in my late thirties and I know I  need
some female companionship from time to time. I am nice looking and know it
but I am picky, I need more brain than looks. I am past the time of needing
 physical contact and now need some intellectual stimulation to get me
revved  up.
    Tonight I had two glasses of Bardolino Folinari as  I got dressed. I
shaved my privates Heavens knows who you might met and it is  only polite to
be prepared. I took a coconut lotion and made sure my newly  shaved skin
would be supple. I spent an extra amount of time on my makeup and  what seemed
like hours picking out my ensemble. I have to say my confidence was  high and
my anticipation at a peak.
    Chicago has many lesbian establishments but the  bulk of them are still
on Broadway, so that is where I headed, the  cab let me off at Clark and
Broadway and Diversey. I know if your from out of  town it sounds weird but
trust me three streets intersect  there.
    It was a warm summer night and I  strolled down Broadway scooping out
the crowds., I had to disappoint many a man  along the way, but they will
survive.  I was my own woman tonight and in a  rare mood. It is an empowering
feeling being in charge and knowing your goal .I  knew I was hot tonight, I
felt it and confidence is a key factor in getting what  desire.
    At last I found a quiet lesbian bar  that was nearly packed but not so
loud and obnoxious I could not take it. They  played a mix of female artist
and folk rock that appealed to me and it seemed  that the ladies inside were
engaged in conversation more than dancing or the  ritual mating, game.
I paid my door charge and entered, hoping for a nice return on  my money as
everyone else had as well.
    About me, I am not hip, I am not  pierced or tattooed, I am normal and
very retro I suppose. I like a tall woman,  not too heavy and dark hair is
one of my triggers. I have made exceptions but a  tall brunette with bangs
and a thin body is my hot button. (Melt) I wandered  inside, not in any way
expecting to find anyone I would fall for,it is better if  you have no
expectations. For once I did not feel inferior or lacking, I was my  own woman and
in charge, I felt good and happy and did not care what the result  of the
evening was.
    The bar was modestly decorated in an  upscale theme, ;lots of art and
vaguely sexual female pictures decorated the  walls. The theme was subtle but
erotic in its own way. All the tables were  occupied and I found one seat
left at the bar, so I took it. I was surrounded by  all types of women but
most were a bit more upscale than most the recent Lesbian  Bars I had tried.
The bar tenders wore masculine tuxedo undergarments,  like they had peeled
off their coats and gone to work after a wedding. I found  them pretty but
unappealing no doubt the owners policy.
I ordered a white wine and asked for it to be not too sweet. She complied
and I was satisfied, expecting to enjoy one glass and move on. I don't know
if I  was putting out an air of arrogance or indifference but the women
avoided me in  droves. I on the other hand was able to admire some nice feminine
bodies and get  relaxed. My idea was if nothing happened tonight, I would
have fader for some  self time later. Hey I am realistic if nothing else.
    The wine went down easily and the mood seemed to  mellow, no doubt the
effect of the wine, I found many of the woman much more  attractive. I adore
a flat tummy and a long torso and had sighted a couple women  who fit the
bill. I was in the zone as they say, my imagination in high gear.  The new
glass of wine on top of the other two had me a bit weak of mind.
   I adore the female torso,breast leading down to the flat  tummy and the
magic below, the hips spreading out the pattern so you have to  imagine the
shape of their naked body. The underwear is a constant
question to me. I always go traditional, if I am out and about, I wear my
best and sexiest bra and panty set, but it seems some ladies now days spend
a  fortune on panties that are incongruous with their outerwear. I know the
time is  short between undressing and nakedness but I find it important to
judge a  woman's true taste. I digress, I am here to find a mate, long term
is  my goal but tonight would be ok as well.
    "Another wine?"
The barkeep was in my face before I realized what was happening.
   " A Rum on the rocks please, make it a  double."
I guess it hit me that I was more in the mood to relax than I had  realized.
 "This one is on me" I heard the voice before I saw her.
I turned to find a Brunette woman in her early thirties, with a business
like dress on, she had a tall slender body and was not at all unappealing.
I thanked her with out thinking and then gave her a once over. Even though
her  hair was short, she had a face that carried it off. I hate a woman who
chops her  hair to announce she is a dyke.
Before I could properly react she stuck out a soft hand and said" I am
Rachel, welcome to my bar."
I took her warm hand and held it a beat too long. "Sarah, Sarah  James."
Did you ever feel sparks fly when you made  physical contact with someone?
Yeah me neither until now.