Baloney Sandwich
Footballguy
Most of us are married and well past our prime but think back to when you were younger, single and had some semblance of game. What have you got in terms of your wildest one night stand?
I have two of them that stand out and it is tough to pick between them but I will go with one mid-December night back in the late 90s when I was living in the Nob Hill area of San Francisco. I was at a bar down the street from my apartment where some company was having their holiday party. I was pretty wasted and got to talking to an attractive black woman. Next thing I know we are up in my apartment on my bed making out. My hand drifts down to her thigh and I feel something weird. I get a strange look on my face and she looks at me with these sad, fearful but hopeful eyes and reveals that she has a fake leg. I assure her it is no big deal and soon enough she snaps that thing off and puts it on the ground. It was actually fairly liberating as we were able to move around and find positions you couldn't do if with a two-legged woman.
The next morning I'm awoken by the sounds of snap, snap, snap. Around the third snap it dawns on my that Peg from last night must be getting ready to leave. I play off that I'm still mostly asleep and she gets up, writes something down and gives me a kiss on the cheek. As she is leaving she tells me "My name is Fiona and I left my name and number on your desk and the F stands for Fabulous". She then did a spin around that would have been impressive even if she had two legs and walked out. I almost felt bad tossing her number away right after my front door slammed shut.
I have two of them that stand out and it is tough to pick between them but I will go with one mid-December night back in the late 90s when I was living in the Nob Hill area of San Francisco. I was at a bar down the street from my apartment where some company was having their holiday party. I was pretty wasted and got to talking to an attractive black woman. Next thing I know we are up in my apartment on my bed making out. My hand drifts down to her thigh and I feel something weird. I get a strange look on my face and she looks at me with these sad, fearful but hopeful eyes and reveals that she has a fake leg. I assure her it is no big deal and soon enough she snaps that thing off and puts it on the ground. It was actually fairly liberating as we were able to move around and find positions you couldn't do if with a two-legged woman.
The next morning I'm awoken by the sounds of snap, snap, snap. Around the third snap it dawns on my that Peg from last night must be getting ready to leave. I play off that I'm still mostly asleep and she gets up, writes something down and gives me a kiss on the cheek. As she is leaving she tells me "My name is Fiona and I left my name and number on your desk and the F stands for Fabulous". She then did a spin around that would have been impressive even if she had two legs and walked out. I almost felt bad tossing her number away right after my front door slammed shut.