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The woman at the bar

“They say a woman ain’t supposed to do… what I’m about to do… but you so fine beau…” If you like Cecile like I do, then you know what that first line is all about. The song is called Home Tonight and she sings about luring a stranger from a bar and taking him home with her.

Sally had the same intentions. She always did on those Saturday nights when she felt the itch. She would go to a high end bar, sit pretty at the counter and trap her catch. Her striking looks and her captivating charm were her strongest assets. A flash of her smile attracted men like moths to a light bulb. But Sally had a dark side to her: She did not let herself get attached to any man. Once a man fulfilled her needs she would banish him. Depending on her mood, she would go as far as kicking him out in the middle of the night. She had a good job and enjoyed her independence. She enjoyed going for what she wanted and being in control made her feel powerful. She never saw any man for a second time.

This particular night, she was seated on a barstool at the counter sipping her cocktail and bumping her head to the music. She was in a jovial mood and was having a great time. She wore a short, red dress and her yellow thighs were hung out for the men to ogle at. Before her were several tots of brandy and vodka that had been bought by men seeking her attention. She only drank what she bought with her own money. Occasionally men would walk up to her and attempt to start a conversation. Sally would brush them off with a sneer on her face. She did not fancy being approached. She enjoyed instigating the whole thing. But so far, no one had caught her eye. She was a patient prowler though. She knew what she wanted and never settled for less. She fancied tall, confident men and was inclined to the smokers. She found smoking alluring.

A funny commercial on the screen before her had caught her attention when she heard a deep voice next to her ordering for shots of tequila. She turned to her left and saw this princely man standing next to him.

His nifty looks and his composed demeanor caught her eye. Sally had some brains on her and she could always come up with a line that would interest her target.

“Someone’s looking to get sloshed tonight huh.” She said as she sipped her drink.

“Pardon me?” He retorted.

“I hope you got yourself a designated driver,” she continued.

He chuckled and explained that the shots were not all his and pointed at three thirsty-looking chaps at a table in the middle of the bar.

“But I think you should be worried more about yourself,” he said as he gazed at the numerous shots on the counter before her.

She too explained herself. She knew the explanation would impress him. It did and he asked her to join him and the boys at the table, but she declined. She was a master at her game. She knew when to press on and when to hold back. Prince charming went back to his table. She would periodically steal a glance and whenever their eyes met, she would smile shyly and look away. She was determined to take him home with her, and she knew just the strings to pull.

Half an hour later, she was startled by the same deep voice.

“You’re not planning to have all that returned into the bottle, are you?” He asked while pointing at the shots.

He introduced himself as Allan.

Small talk ensued and when he asked her what she was doing all alone in a bar, she joked and said the bistro in her basement was under renovation. She extended her arm for the pack of cigarettes before her and pulled out two sticks. She offered him one and as she placed hers gently between her lips, he reached into the inside pocket of his coat for his lighter. And she sucked the stick in short bursts as he lit it. He then lit his. She was seated with her legs crossed facing him; and he was leaning on the counter facing her. She gazed into his eyes as they conversed, and she would randomly flip her hair or lick her lower lip flirtatiously.

Then out of the blue, she looked at him squarely in the eyes and told him the actual reason why she was in the bar. She told him she was looking for a man to accompany her to her house that night, and then watched him as he struggled to digest her words. He raised his brow, shook his head mildly and chuckled softly as he tapped the ash off the end of his cigarette into an ash tray. She leaned forward and whispered in his ear as she stroked his sinewy arms. In a soft tone, she told him that it gets quite lonely back at home, and she would cherish his company.

A song she fancied came on and she rose to her feet and invited Allan to dance. She took both his hands into hers and playfully swayed them side to side. She would then spin around and with her back on him, swirl her hips sensually. Moments later, she then turned around, pulled him closer and put his arms around her waist as she rested hers on his upper arms. She liked the smell of his cologne. And when she looked up at him, and he gave her an endearing smile, she leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the lips. He did not resist, but neither did he kiss her back. He simply took her kiss. She was relishing the night. She thought Allan would be an incredible conquest.

But her joy was short-lived.

When she took her seat, Allan did not lean onto the counter like he had done before. He took out his wallet, pulled out some notes, placed them in the glass that contained the bill, and said the last thing Sally had expected to hear.

With a face filled with remorse, he looked up at her and told her his fiancée was expecting him at home.

With that he gave her a peck her on the cheek and walked away. She could not believe what was transpiring. She was tempted pace up to him, tap him on the shoulder and smash a beer bottle on his face. But she knew he did not deserve that. She therefore sat there in disbelief. Tears welled in her eyes as she watched him disappear into the crowd towards the exit. She felt like she had been left at the altar. She was dejected. And as she wore her coat ready to call it a night, she made a resolution. She resolved to get her own man: A man she would call her own; a man that would never desert her.

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  1. thatguy
    December 5, 2011 at 8:16 am

    cock blocker…..that is a wise man!

    • December 5, 2011 at 1:41 pm

      I know you just wanted so see some action…

      • thatguy
        December 8, 2011 at 12:59 pm

        lolest. i will say nothing…….

  2. December 5, 2011 at 8:49 am

    Very nice. The ending felt a little rushed, though, I’d like more cues describing the moment Sally realizes that something going wrong with her plans, and more contemplation on Allan’s desertion. Right now it’s a little abrupt.

    • December 5, 2011 at 1:38 pm

      I didn’t want to make it too long but you are actually right.

  3. Rita Murugi
    December 5, 2011 at 9:34 am

    lovely…..the next one shld be of happy endings,coz it felt like sally n lenny(the saga u wrote 3 week agos)are all in the same boat!!!!

    • December 5, 2011 at 1:36 pm

      Sure thing…next Monday

  4. December 5, 2011 at 2:42 pm

    A taste of your own medicine is a bitter bitter pill. She should have taken it with a little vodka to numb the tastebuds.

    Good story my man. Keep it up.

  5. December 5, 2011 at 9:42 pm

    Ok nice story telling…i would have preferred if he had not kissed her…but then that’s just my preference……so how about a story about when he arrive him,if he told his fiancee about it,did she hit stratosphere bla bla

    drop by project44,you might like it

    • December 6, 2011 at 8:40 am

      Let’s say he was not as perfect…

    • December 6, 2011 at 11:10 am

      He he he i am going to take this again !!

      nice story telling…i would have preferred if he had not kissed her…but then that’s just my preference……so how about a story about when he arrived home,if he told his fiancee about it,did she hit stratosphere bla bla

  6. Gich
    December 5, 2011 at 10:04 pm

    Nyc one man.Thnk i’d do the same thng,esp upon suspecting she the type.

  7. Tech Man
    December 6, 2011 at 9:08 am

    Joey,
    Wow..i can see someone is giving Bikozulu some competition..Keep it up your already facing north if adding me to your fun base counts.

    • December 6, 2011 at 1:09 pm

      Glad to have you as a fan. I think Biko is in a league of his own but thanks for the compliment

  8. emilita
    December 6, 2011 at 9:09 am

    wow!!!

  9. BrareMafuda
    December 7, 2011 at 7:34 pm

    Mr. JoeyTales.

    Hongera Kwa uandishi wako bora na wa hali ya juu.

    • December 8, 2011 at 8:48 am

      Mr. BrareMafuda I only saw you in the introductory post in I thought I must have lost you along the way. Nice to see you’re still a fan. Thank you.

      • BrareMafuda
        December 8, 2011 at 9:26 am

        Contrary to public to opinion Mr. Joeytales, i am still a huge fan, siwezi kuangusha,

  10. Linda
    February 22, 2012 at 3:27 pm

    Moral of the Story – Don’t tell a man what its really about. Heheheheheheheheeeee….

    • Liberty
      August 21, 2012 at 4:01 pm

      I second that!!! It’s best to leave them in the dark…….no??Lols!

  11. Liberty
    August 21, 2012 at 4:03 pm

    Joey Joey Joey you got me hooked to your blog man-i hope my boss doesn’t catch me not working……….hehehehe:)

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