Pulled!

It's true that good things happen when you're least expecting them.

I invited a bunch of work colleagues for a drink this evening, and after a swift pint and a couple of orange juices, I decided it was time to go home. I paid the tab and was about to leave when a not-unattractive woman of about my age smiled and winked at me as I walked past.

A couple of months ago I would - no make that should - have carried on walking. But on this night, I thought, 'why not'.

Carol is slightly overweight, but still pretty, bright and charming, although she has a habit of saying "Really?!" a little too often. Almost as soon as I said hello and shook hands, she started touching my arm or my hand as we talked. Soon, she took my hand and placed it on her denim-clad thigh. For the next hour or so, she held my hand in hers while we chatted about spouses, divorce, kids.... the usual.

When her friend said it was time to go, I said I should go too. She squeezed my hand and I squeezed her thigh in response. She leaned towards me and I reciprocated. Our lips touched gently, then a little firmer. Just lips, no tongue, but she didn't want to stop. If we'd been alone....

I gave her my number. She said she would call, but maybe it was just the Pinot Grigio talking.