
Reading PM's latest postings brought back a memory of my own. It was a cold and windy night down in the Big Easy. This was pre-Katrina so everything was still going good there. I was staying in a hotel near the famous French Quarters right near the casino. Of course me and my buddy would wander over to the casino at least once a day to check it out. I've never been much of a card player, but I enjoy a few games of chance now and again. It was late, maybe one or two hours past midnight, I'd had a few drinks and was enjoying a game of blackjack. A woman came and sat next to me. She was pretty, a brunette, I would guess she was in her mid thirties, slightly overweight, but attractive overall. We made some small talk, and right away I knew she'd had a few drinks before sitting down. What I didn't realize was just how drunk she really was. She actually fell off her stool, twice if I remember right. I helped her back up onto the stool of course. After a while, I decided to call it a night and went to the restroom. On my way back out toward the door, I noticed the girl was gone from the table. When I neared the exit, I spotted her near the door, there were two scum bag types hanging around her and trying to talk her up, hoping to get laid or rip her off I'm sure. She was obviously not interested in them and was trying to get rid of them. I quickened my pace and walked up to her and said "There you are" and grabbed her arm (she was walking unsteadily). She smiled at me, looking quite relieved and gave me a big hug. The two guys looked at each other and then walked off into the casino somewhere. I asked her if she was alright and decided to take her across the street to my hotel to sober up and rest. She agreed and we began walking across the street, but she changed her mind and wanted to go to her hotel instead. After a block or so, it became clear she didn't know which way her hotel was. Luckily, I was able to flag down a cab and I put her in and made sure the guy knew where to take her. I never saw her again, but sometimes I wonder if she remembers me.
2 comments:
That's what you call "Close, but no cigar!" :-)
Very gentlemanly! And I like those ruffled panties!
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