I never got to blog this and I should have. My friends bachelor party was happening in mid October. It was a great time and we decided to wake up that Sunday and hit up NBA Experience at Disney Springs and afterwards watch his Jaguars play. After that, I wanted to watch my Broncos play... because my friend was heading back up to North Florida. My co workers bailed on me, so I headed to Cheers in Kissimmee by myself. Slipped my mind who they played, but I remember in the corner watching the game... by the third quarter, there was this fella who invited me to come watch the game with them as they were Broncos fans as well. So the Saints game is on another TV and I mentioned to the guys that my buddy is complaining that Brees is out with an injury. This beautiful woman proceeds to turn around and begins to friendly trash talk... “don’t go talking trash about my boy Drew!” I chuckled and said no disrespect ma’am and I actually pick them to win it all this year. She laughs and we both watch the games. Broncos lose on a last second field and this bar was selling dollar fireball shots. The guys bought a few rounds and it was my turn to return the favor. I went by her and got her a shot and cheers for our pain. Nonetheless, she invites me to sit by her. We just started connecting on a different level. Talking about Sports, life and everything else. She tells me she’s originally from Louisiana and move down here for work. I remember this loud Puerto Rican hanging us, he was doing a horrible job of wing-manning lol. As progressive as Orlando is, this bar is near the country parts of Florida, so you still have old white farts in their stereotypical ways about seeing a black man talking to a white women, so one of these ignorant fellas passes her a note and tell her goodbye. She reads it and becomes flustered... “everything’s okay?” I asked. She responds, it’s crazy the way people think the way that they do and tells me to read the letter, I respond it’s none of my business. She pushes me to read it and the Rican gets upset as well. The person basically says she deserves better than the goons you’re hanging out with right now. She asks my thoughts... I respond, they don’t know me, my background and I consider myself very intelligent and smart and I’m bigger than someone’s opinion of me who doesn’t know me in the first place. She was in awe of my answer and said wow... we talked a lil bit more, could not believe this woman was 52, she looks to be in her low 40s. But she kept mentioning how I was a baby. I asked her did she want to relocate to another bar, she said sure, let’s stop by her condo, have a beer and peel off in one vehicle... play a few games of darts and open the door for her and she’s like you’re such a gentleman and I go for a kiss and the night is going well. We decide to leave and I drop her off to her condo. I ask can I walk her up and she obliged. I hang out for a little bit and we’re getting all cuddly on her patio. She starts going off about astrology and Star signs. She’s asks me my thoughts, I Segway into, the night is beautiful, I’m hanging out with the most gorgeous woman with the moon out, just can’t beat this. Look straight into her eyes and just start making out heavily... I mean on her neck, lip biting... is this about to happen right now? I proceed to go for the kill and she says... are you just trying to have sex with me? I responded, I want to do to whatever you want to do. She goes into she hasn’t have sex in two years and wants me to stay the night. I respond, sure... Ended up laying and cuddling to sleep. That October was a great month and she moved back home. It hurt man, that was one hell of a time hanging out. We stay in touch every now and then. But the way that night happened, I will remember for a long time.
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