Pecking Order

I'll still sleep with her.

That was the verdict I reached at the end of the night.  This is not someone I would want to spend any extended time in conversation with, but I will enjoy her physical aspects to some extent at some point.

I haven't been around this kind of woman in awhile, and that's a good thing for someone who wishes to have a positive outlook on humanity.  She is in that category of people with, well, a false sense of superiority.  My friend was the oblivious butt of an endless stream of insults to his intelligence... from both of the two women at the table.  When the topic was not my friend, her most common comment was a form of complaint about one person or another, and the fact that they were annoying, or too stupid to live, or white trash.

Nonetheless, the evening was an enjoyable one, with me proving to be far too charming and funny than I should have been considering I didn't feel any connection or have any major interest in my blind date.  At the mid-point of the night I had already realized this, but I continued along anyway.

She was fit, but not attractive to me, with a short blonde bob of a haircut.  The clothing was pantsuit and blazer, very office, unattractive except for her ruby-red shoes and the prominent presentment of her bosom. Outside, however, the dim light provided by the cloud-shrouded moon smoothed over some of her sharper edges, and the diffuseness flattered her.  Her voice was somewhat sexy, and after some musicless dancing I finally moved in, pulled her close, and kissed her.  It was a pleasure mostly because of the sensation of physical contact, but also because when we kissed she almost stopped talking.

One has to be delicate when it's a childhood friend of the wife of your childhood friend, but the only possible positive outcome will be a period of sex followed by a parting of ways.  Anything else would be stupidity on my part.  And I know I'm at least smarter than that.