It was back in the day, early 80s, right before AIDs made it problematic to be promiscuous.
After hours club on 9th Avenue and 14th Street, dark with little tacky Christmas-tree lights and cheap drinks, a place of the imagination, one could be whomever or whatever one pleased, indulging the neverending child’s fantasy of make-believe.
My entrance was predatory, taking in the entire room as I walked to the front bar, accepting or discarding (mostly discarding) the hungry looks on the faces of all the lovely men, who outnumbered the women by a very satisfactory ratio.
Heh.
I would choose my spot, sit at the bar, and order a drink from the familiar bartender. Eventually a regular at the club would come by and offer me intoxicants more exotic than liquor, which I would gleefully accept.
I would then summon forth a different facet of my quotidian personality — usually for some reason my 20-something-year-old self chose the avatar of a world weary 45-year-old woman who had seen and done it all, living somewhere in Europe, some eccentric little town with winding streets and mysterious travelers.
Men would approach, and the game would begin.
What makes someone seductive, irresistible? It’s different for everyone.
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I met him one night at the club, he was a medical student, very intense and attractive, big and broad shouldered with a handsome face and penetrating intelligent eyes, a wide mouth, his interest was obvious.
We flirted and I drank a lot of the weak cheap drinks which made me more giddy than drunk. I decided I would take him home with me, but I wasn’t ready to leave yet.
So I ordered another drink and lit up a cigarette. He pulled me to him and kissed me passionately and I enjoyed the kiss and his passion. I took another puff of my cigarette.
He reached out and took the cigarette, and in several long drags, finished it and threw it on the floor of the bar. He looked at me and said, “I don’t smoke.”
Took me a minute to understand what he was saying — and then he got my entire attention. We left the club immediately.
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‘Course, I could also tell the tale of how I was seduced with the promise of receiving a fresh bagel and some really fine smoked salmon the next morning in Brooklyn Heights, but that would be a story for another time.
Yeah. I’m easy.
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or allegory?
I’ll never tell.
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… James Brown
some lurking memories of my past.
I can be seduced but it has to be just the right combination of brains, humor, and mystery looks are not unimportant but I have met plenty of good looking men who were deadly boring. Never liked jocks or preppy types.
I liked artsy types and tormented working class heroes.
putting up a PG13 rating soon!
Not that I mind, you understand!
We really ARE out of high school here, huh?
Makes is soooo much more juicy!
my second-favorite sport!!
and a dying, almost-lost art.
your story seduced me, and if you can believe my username, im NOT easy…fact? fantasy? fiction? allegory? ill never tell 😉
And flirting? Haven’t got a clue.
taking a trip down memory lane, thinking about some of my favorite moments of seduction, I find myself unable to concentrate enough to type properly! 🙂
broke my heart was a soulful artist. He married some girl six months after breaking up with and then I ran into him a few years later and he told me he was unhappy and should have married me. I was moving to Texas the next week. Anyway. I did some stupid things in the pursuit of love and lust but those who were taken were strictly off limits.
by a woman who repeatedly made the ‘glung’ mating sound of a bullfrog, so it doesn’t take much. I finally asked, why do you keep doing that ? She said, ” It’s the mating call of the bullfrog.” About two minutes later we were back at my place…..those were the days.
Come to my place and let me glung with you.
seduction is definitely not my forte. Never has been and I think its safe to say that it never will be.
So I could use some advice from you folks. You see, I fell pretty hard for a guy in college. Just after he learned about my feelings he got engaged to another woman. He called off the wedding about a week before the event.
After we graduated from college we lived across the country and I didn’t hear from him for 10 years. He called out of the blue and we started corresponding. He invited me to come visit and I did. Shortly afterwards, he tells me that he is engaged to another woman. This time he makes it down the isle.
I don’t hear from him for another 10 years and just recently he wrote me a letter (yes, the old fashioned kind) and told me he is divorced. Since then we’ve been occasionally emailing.
I fully expect that once I give in to the feelings again I’ll hear that he’s engaged to someone else. But the heart is pattering a bit these days. Should I tell it to stop?
(geez, this feels like a “Dear Abby” letter, but WTF??)
might explain why women are attracted to certain men. (It’s British, though, so it may or may not apply to American women.)
any of you like to go for a walk with me in the moonlight?
Disclaimer: Rusty is not responsible for any pony stampedes which may result from this invitation. Or foals.
i decided that after a particularly hectic and disappointing week i deserved a few moments at my favorite blog. didn’t make it down the page past the first essay.
seduction, i think my favorite was being seduced by a man wielding an awesome vocabulary, a nz accent, and intent upon discussing u.s. political theory. i know it sounds boring, but it was his way of letting me know how much he wanted me. of course, when he started bringing a bottle of champagne to accompany the conversation…..
How great! You don’t see interesting stuff like this over at that other place… I am delighted. Thanks!!
I was 15 and waited from someone to open up the back door, the band was a local Dead Cover band about all I remember is ordering soda and sitting on the floor in the middle of the dance floor spinning a shiny object of some sort…
the band seemed to enjoy the spectacle
then I helped the waitress clean up much to her bemusement
this essay. seduced me! @;-)
refrains from group hug, after all, everyone is still asleep.
sets out a bowl of water for the parched toads.
decides against starting up the jute box
starts the jute box up anyway…