Chapter 28 Wow! Its 2015. and Time to reminisce about the S&J Oyster Girl

Okay, its been 4 years: really has it been that long?  I guess it has been.  Well then its time for another trip down memory lane.

Who here remembers the S&J Oyster Bar on Peoria?  There was one on Peoria and one on Yale. Not sure if they exist now.  I see there is one down town on 1st Street.  Well the one in Peoria was a meat market, and I don't mean seafood flesh.

Well, I think I might have made mention in a previous post about how I met a young lady who rescued me from the seductive intent of a gay co-worker from Phillips Plastics.

She was a nice young woman who I struck up a conversation with sitting there schlepping down oysters and doing oyster shots (Vodka, oyster and hot sauce).

She wasn’t model pretty or anything like that, but she had a rack that would knock your eyes out.  But I think what attracted me to her the most was her sense of humor and her outgoing personality.  My erstwhile gay seductor had gone next door to a little bar, the name for which has long faded from my memory.  Well I used that opportunity to move to the bar swivel seat next to her's and to fill her in on my situation, setting her up to be my white knight.

She smiled and was more than game.  So my ride came back and much to his surprise I told him my new friend would be accompanying us the rest of the evening.  I think this was a Wednesday or Thursday night, hump night or the day after.  You know it was much easier back then to spend the night out and then put in 8 hours the next day and function than it is today.

After we finished out food and cocktails, we went over to the place next door for a while, I recall it was kind of a dive, outside was painted black, and it had a coffeehouse atmosphere to it.  We hung there for a while, them my ride suggested we go to a place on the east side, a gay bar called Zippers.

Now I don’t know if he thought my new female friend would bail on us due to our new destination, but she didn’t.  I rode with her, much to his chagrin.  We all made it to our destination in one piece.  The place wasn’t too busy, with a few lesbian and gay couples milling around on the dance floor and swapping spit in the booths.

My new friend decided to follow suit and we continued the make out session we had begun on the drive over.  Hey!  Her hands were busy driving, no one says mine had to be idle.

 

I wonder what changes come over a person when they hit middle age.  Do the hormones stop pumping, does the adventurous edge dull, or do the insecurities of fading looks, hair loss accumulate?  As I sit here writing this, it hits home how much fun it was to meet a one night stand, hit it off, go crazy on each other, and then say goodbye.  Do we as we get older see something inherently wrong in that now that even if given the chance we wouldn't do it?  My current wife, when we were dating in our forties did things that gave passing truckers an eyeful of her nicely formed naked derriere through the passenger seat of my SUV while they passed us driving on the interstate.  Could I get her to do that today?  I doubt it, and its only been 15 years since she was an enthusiastic accomplice.  I guess folks change, but its disappointing.

Okay...so we were working ourselves in to a sexual frenzy, we saw no sense in staying around any longer.  She wanted me to come home with her, and I agreed once I got assurances from her that she would drive me back to Bartlesville in the morning.  I had to go break the news to my ride, that he would be driving back to B’ville by himself.

I often felt very sorry for the guy’s wife, the beard.  She was such a nice woman, a bit on the rotund side, obviously Jewish, but in that fun effervescent way.  She reminded me of Mamma Cass Eliot of the Mommas and Pappas.  There didn’t seem to be a bad bone in her body.  Her husband was a real hound, I only hope he didn’t give her HIV on down the road.

Now let me tell you about my new friend.  She was a darling.  She had the best set of breasts bar none that I have ever seen.  Not huge but big and firm. The kind you dream about.  Nipples out to there, puffy aureoles, the whole enchilada.  She decided to take a bath so I joined her and we had a glass of wine and talked in the bathtub.  Well she talked I played.

Imagine how crest fallen I was when she told me she would be leaving Tulsa to get married.  Her fiancée lived out of state and was blind.  She wanted to have one last fling before she hung up her spurs.   I was devastated.  Here I thought I had met a really fun gal who I hit it off with right away, but it was not to be.   We had a great night and I saw her again over another weekend before she left for parts north and marriage.

 This was one of those nights that guys dream about.  I mean I just fell into this wonderful young thing’s bed by chance.   I wish I could remember her name, to put it with the wonderful memory of the love making we had.

There was one downside; she gave me gift that I will forever link her with.  They were very intimate and I didn't realize I had been given a gift until a week or so later when they began to itch like crazy.  Yes, she gave me the crabs.  Unfortunately I passed them on to at least one other person with whom I was intimate at the time.  We discovered them together actually, one weekend.  I saw them on me, so I inspected her and low and behold she had a menagerie too.  So I made a quick run to the drug store and we doused them with Rid and did away with them.  Don't ask me how I talked my way out of that, but I did.