Jan 22nd 2014

Well future me, it sure has been quite sometime since I last wrote in this diary. My therapist asked if I have been keeping up with it, to which I lied, and said I had. She try’s to keep me in touch with myself by doing these writings, but I tend to find them rather one sided.

I have had an interesting last few days and I really just wanted to keep some sort of record as to what was going on and how I felt at the time. I have a feeling that I will be reading back over these pages in some future fap sessions.

Outside of the everyday grind of being a service technician, which takes me all over the country on a minutes notice, life has been pretty interesting as of late. I told myself I was going to start making more free time for myself while out on the road. Instead of long hours on the shop floor, followed by a quick bag of fast food shit for dinner before heading to the hotel, and pretty much passing out. I was going to make some memories. That, future self was the understatement of the century.

Considering I have never really been one to go and sit down to eat at a bar or restaurant by my lonesome, this was going to be a difficult undertaking. I started off by just going and grabbing a quick beer or two at whatever watering hole caught my eye. I don’t do dive bars, so I looked for a more,me are I say upscale type of joint.

It took a while but I got used to chatting it up with the bartenders. I made the choice early on to survey the staff before deciding to stay. Male bartenders; I bolted out the door. I wanted some eye candy, something that would make talking worth while. Not saying I can’t have a good old talk about sports with the fellas. I just preferred to always enter one of these many conversations with the goal getting laid. I know that’s a lofty goal to set, but that was my aim. I wanted to land as much tail as I could from this point on. No more lonely nights on the road. For that matter no more lonely nights at all. Home or away.

I have passed the age of wanting to settle down and be in a long term relationship. Pushing 40 and not yet married, I figured I would be content being single for the duration of my time here. This doesn’t mean I don’t want interactions and random one night stands though.

After several trips out west with nothing but light humorous chit chats along the way,I started to feel like I just didn’t have any game. Either I was always flirting with married ladies or they just weren’t up for much more. I started to go back to my old ways, work,Shitty fast food and hotels. Until one august night while in Detroit for work.

I had just finished my day working at a ford plant and a few guys wanted to hit up a local bar. What the hell, I decided to tag along. I found it much easier to open up while out with this group. They were all a few years younger, shop guys. You know fuck this fuck that. Sailors mouths. Well this bar we went to in a shitty worn out and actually pretty scary part of Detroit was a diamond in the rough. It was packed to the gills and it seemed like everyone was a regular, except me of course. So I had a spot light on me as soon as I walked in.
We decided to squeeze into a small booth near the back of the bar near the galley. I had prime seating for picking out my prey for tonight. After several rounds of beer and a few shots, I spotted the one I was going to make a move on. This girl was amazing looking. From here shoulder length auburn hair that was fashionably done reminiscent of the Farrah Fawcet look in the 70’s to her emerald eyes that seemed to powered by some sort of battery,as they were just so bright. Her tits weren’t too big but full enough to have some serious fun with. Her ass closed the deal though. It could have been the shorts she was wearing, allowing the round bottoms of her ass cheeks to peak out just enough to grant a second look, but not enough to look super slutty. She was a knock out.

I was able to manage a few words with her as she was pretty busy. But everytime she went to the bar for drinks she would make sure to freeze me with those eyes. Not just a quick glance , it was more a stare.

The guys were all getting a bit tired and the night was winding down. They headed back to their suburban homes, leaving only a hand full of patrons left, myself included. I decided to try and get Tiffany to come take a break and rest her feet. She happily joined me at my now empty booth. I’m not sure if it was her perfume mixed with the smell of beer and sweat from working so hard, but I was instantly turned on as soon as she sat down with me.

We talked about the area and things to do while I was in from out of town. I asked her directly what a man had to do to get into some trouble. This seemed to intrigue her more, as she asked exactly what kind of trouble I meant.