Friday evening I went to an afterhours business social. Very nice place, very good experience, catching up with people I haven't seen in a while, networking and all.

It was also somewhat of a date meet with a woman that I had met a few days earlier. All good. She's very pretty, a bit on the short side which I like at 5'3 or something like that. After the social she casually asks me if I have been to ******* (new very trendy bar at the end of the block) and I tell her that indeed I was there the prior weekend.... she had not been there yet. So we go. The place is full of (beautiful) people, we squeeze our way to a bar and we are lucky to grab a couple of stools. We order drinks and some light food. We start talking, and she's nice and pretty, but.. something's wrong. Maybe it's the pretty tallish wafer thin blond that's standing 15 feet from me for whom I can't stop lusting for. She must be 23-25 or something like that, and she's with this preppy idiot with an blue blazer that looks like is his dad's or something. He's trying to catch her attention and her eyes are searching around. I am doing the same.

We exchange a couple of glimpses, at one point I roll my eyes and she laughs so hard she chokes on her drink. So I tell my companion that I have to go to the bathroom, and I walk by them. I motion to her that I want to say something to her in private and I whisper in her hear Do you remember the movie Lost in Translation? and off I go.

I come back to my seat and I can sense that she's a bit confused, still a bit bored from the guy; and of course the guy really doesn't like me and keeps staring at me. So I tell my companion that there's a young boy-toy material who's looking at her.. so she turns, and I feel her some stuff here and there to make her turn around.

And this is where the evil plan starts: I get up and approach the guy and I tell him You know that cougar friend of mine is really into you, why don't you go talk to her? The best way to get her going is to buy her a drink.

He looks at the blonde, who tells him to just go. So he does. There I am now with the blonde, mind you that I am 50, I could be her daddy! I can just fantasize she and I naked with me spanking her hard and asking her: who's your daddy?

But I digress.

So, here we are I tell her.

YES she responds. She is a bit confused about what just happened, but that's OK.

Is that your date? I ask her.

No, he's just a friend she replied

When did you meet him? I ask

A couple of weeks ago

Did he think this was a date? I ask.

I think so she replies. Is that your date?

Yes, Fuck My Life I replied I thought she was OK, but she's really boring. I'd much rather talk with you. I surely hope that your friend there will get his dick wet tonight, I am sure she could teach him a thing or two. I wonder if they'll play the "Mommy mommy" game

You're a pig giggling and smiling, and looking at the floor

I know, I know, if I had a dollar for each time..... I paused that I fixed someone's date with a cougar that was my date.... I would have about 2 dollars by now. I am hoping for make it 3 tonight

She's laughing now.

Wanna make this interesting? Wanna bet if they are going to go home together?

I don't think so, I know him she says.

I am sure, but you don't know her, I do. She's got a think for young guys like your boyfriend..

he's not my boyfriend..

[Well, this was not the conversation Varbatim, but more or less that was it]

At this point the guys and my date both come toward me, she says You're a pig, the guy grabs the blonde's hand and says Let's get the fuck out of here and off they go.

And my dates leaves too (by herself).

And there I remain, all alone, with the few people around me looking at me, they can't figure out what went down, but they sense that it was no good.

I can't help but laughing, I return to my seat, order another drink and some food. Life's grand!

At times you win, at times you lose. As long as one has fun and tries something new, one never know when we'll pull off something amazing and unheard of.

It was a good day date.