I’ll describe myself up front, to give this story context: I’m a 40 year-old, 5’11”, 195 lb, muscular, bearded black guy with a short haircut and a deep voice. I get the impression a lot of people find my personality much more sensitive, intellectual and naive than my looks might suggest. Anyhow, this happened earlier this year:
I tell my fwb I’ll go out for the night and come by her place afterwards. Let’s call my fwb, B.
I arrive at the nightclub solo, at about 9:30 pm. It’s a place that has live music and caters to a diverse mature/age 35-plus crowd. It’s my favorite spot so I’m aware the place doesn’t get lit until about 10:30. Showing up early gives me a little bit of time to lounge at the bar and grab a bite to eat before I hit the dance floor.
When I sit down at the bar, almost immediately I notice a lady 10 to 15 feet away eye-balling me. She’s an older Latina with pretty hair. She’s a little chubby, but I don’t mind because her tits are plenty big. I think about going over to introduce myself, but opt against it when I notice a guy close to her. Their body language with one another suggests they’re together, probably even married. I let it go.