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Kristy dressed in a black halter fitted (I mean
can’t find room to breathe fitted) dress paired with five inch fire engine red heels. Her blonde hair was fastened to the side in perfect messy knot.  Kris was blessed with piercing baby blue eyes that would stop any man in their tracks. She made her eyes smoky to bring her eyes out even more.  Her 5’6” without heels was one to knock you on your ass if you didn’t pay attention.  She had a way with stopping a crowd with just one step.  Confidence radiated off her and she glowed.  She probably got that way because she was a foster kid growing up and bounced around from home to home.  She said she was the only person that believed in herself so she had to stay true to who she is and not let anyone stand in her way.  And she never did.  Her confidence is something that I would never be able to gain.

Manda
dressed herself in a dark green halter dress as well.  The green really set off her ivy skin and her green eyes.  It also made her dark red hair pop.  She always said she hated green because she didn’t want to look like a Christmas tree.  But there would be no mistaking her beauty for a tree. Her hair was half up and half down with waves of curl.  She topped her outfit off with black 6” pumps.  Amanda didn’t have to work if she didn’t want to but she is a very independent woman and also she wanted to have her time without her three kids.  Manda’s husband is a pediatrician and a good one with a growing practice.  She could have helped him in the office but from what she says being apart does wonders with their sex life.  She is the wild one of the bunch but grounded at the same time.

I on the other hand was having a hard time tonight trying to figure out how not to look like a frumpy 32 year old house mom that just lost 45lbs six months ago. I was having a really bad off night with my body and the
selection of clothes.  I think my girls forgot that gravity took over, my other girls and other things on my body were not as perky as the rest.  So tonight I was having battles with myself image.  Especially after Barbie walked into my salon. I threw myself back on the bed with an exaggerated sigh and flung my arms all around not caring who I hit in the process.  And the ones I hit happen to be three pretty pissed off girls.

“That’s it, if you don’t get your ass up now and put on this red dress…..so help me God
, Ryan I am going to go to your house and take all your cookie dough!!” shouted Ky as she flung the red dress at my face.

“You hold her down and I will take off her pants why
Ky tries to put her dress on.  Sound good Manda?” Kris asked looking at me like she was about to tackle a line backer.

“You got it do you need me to
grab my hand cuffs also??” Manda asked reaching for her clutch.

Wow that got my attent
ion.  First of all why did Manda have hand cuffs and second of all gross.  I do not want to be hand cuffed with her and Nick’s sex toys.  That’s just nasty.  And I told her so. She just gave me the devilish grin and winked.  Needless to say I got right up.  I didn’t need anyone handcuffing me (unless it was a really cute cop) and I sure as hell didn’t need them taking off my clothes.

So I finally agreed to put the red fitted halter on.  I swear that’s all
Ky owns are halter dresses.  One thing I learned though is to always wear lace…….thanks to Kris and Ky I now own a multitude of VS lace underwear. (In every color of the rainbow.) Tonight I wore my black set.  It wasn’t a thong but it might as well be and the bra had removable straps thank goodness because after two kids the girls need a little help in the gravity department and I would need a bra with this dress.

 
After getting me pried into the red dress Manda paired me with a pair of her classic black pumps that she keeps in her car for emergencies, she has a pair in every color for “emergencies”.  The girls sat me down on the toilet in the bathroom and started to work on my perfection.  The only feature I always felt was my best where my aqua eyes. Ky decided that the all natural look would make them pop tonight so she stayed away from the smoky look and give me the sexy natural look.  Next we went to hair.  I have shoulder length thin brown hair with bangs.  Unlike the other girls my hair is not my best asset. I normally wear it up at work so it will get out of my way but today we have it down with classic supermodel waves.  You know the ones, the not too curly and the not straight but the ones that give you enough bounce and thickness without looking like you tried too hard.  Those are what I got tonight. 

Finally after all the pulling and squeezing and applying we
were finally ready to hit Barneys.  I know the name doesn’t seem to appeal to most people but once inside it’s like magic.  Barneys is an upper class bar with leather seating a huge dance floor and three bars. Once you enter one bar is off to the right, one bar sits by the back wall  to the left and one off by the dance floor.  On the far end of the bar to the left there is a DJ booth and a stage where they host live bands and have karaoke on Sundays and Tuesdays.  Barneys also has a VIP section.  This is manly for the bands when they are done performing or bachelor and bachelorette parties.  Tonight some local band is playing called Love is War.  I think that should be like my motto for my life.  One of the girls told me that they are supposed to be really good and really hot, especially the lead singer. So far I like the band just because their name speaks to me.  Yep I’m an idiot and I need a drink.

Since I started out with Vodka I figure I should end with it.  So we ordered four shot
s of cotton candy vodka, which was a great starter.  After our shots we each ordered our drink of choice, hoping this will be the only time we have to pay, and headed to find us a couch to sit down on so we can people watch.  That’s the one thing that I love most about my girls, they will sit and people watch with me until I am tipsy and then make me get out on the dance floor to dance.  God didn’t gift me with a rhythmic bone in my body only a semi decent voice. But when you mixed a little alcohol in my system I find rhythm in places I didn’t know I had.

We finally found us a place to sit and rest our drinks and feet.  We were lucky because it was close to the dance floor and not too far away from the stage. About 30 minutes into our night we were almost
finished with our drinks and the girls were getting antsy to get out and dance.  I was feeling pretty good and I felt like I needed to strut my stuff.  It’s not every day that I get dressed up and look this good and feel this good.  It’s been a long two years and I am looking to rectify my broken heart tonight. We polished off our drinks and headed to the dance floor.  One by one we all started to move and sway to the music above. About halfway through our dancing Ky got swept away by a pretty good looking blonde boy in his late 20’s. So now we were down to the just the three of us.  Next thing I knew both Amanda’s husband and Kristy’s husband joined us on the dance floor.  I had to pick my jaw up off the floor.  Who invited them??

“Hope you don’t mind but the guys came out to cheer you on tonight. They just want to make sure that you have fun and are
protected the whole night.” Kris stated looking at me with the, don’t try to tell me otherwise look.

“
It’s ok I love being the fifth wheel with you guys.  Just happy to know you boys have my back.” I stated deadpanned.

“Oh come on
Ry you know we could stay home while all you girls were out looking all sexy without some kind of body guard.  My woman needs me beating them off with a stick.” Manada’s husband said giving me a shy look and winking.

I just shook my head letting them know I don’t care and that I was happy to have them
all here to cheer me up.  With that I headed to the bar to drown myself in another cotton candy vodka shot.  I do have to hand it to my girls I can’t be too mad.  They need to be with their men and have a good time.  I will let them enjoy it while I sit back and get wasted.  It’s been a long time coming, I am 32 years old and I need to live a little right?? At least the bartender agreed when he poured me another shot and mixed my vodka and diet coke for me.

I was sitting back at the chair feeling pretty good and tipsy watching my friends enjoys their men.  It really did soften my heart to know that they were all happy and here with me, even though I am sitting alone drowning my sorrows because my ex loves some Barbie bombshell and she is meeting my kids tonight, life
felt the need to throw me another curve ball and another shot!

The girls and their
hubbys finally make it back to the couch all except Ky, which doesn’t surprise me one bit.  She is probably off in some corner sucking face with the handsome blonde from earlier.  Looks like I won’t be crashing at her house tonight. Maybe I can go home to my cookie dough instead……hmmmm they need to make a shot of cookie dough and snickers.  I would be drunk on that all the time.

  I was pulled from my daydream of cookie dough and snickers when a raspy sexy voice started sing lyrics to
Kid Rocks “Slow my Roll”. All the sudden I had the urge to just run away and hide under the bar.  I loved to hate Kid Rock.  That’s all my ex-husband listened to.  So for me to know the words and start singing along really surprised the crap out of me and everyone else one else at our table.

“What just because I don’t like him doesn’t mean I can sing
him?  He has some great shit.”

They all gave me that knowing look that said should we pick you up and throw you over our backs and haul your ass out of here or should we just go head and let you get drunk and cry it out later. I opted to the
let’s get drunk, puke, and let me cry about it later.

“Bartender one more round please!!” I yelled at no one in particular because I just wanted them to just stop staring at me like I had two heads again.  So after the shot I managed to get we all headed back onto the dance floor. 

I was thankful that the Kid Rock song was over and glad they were playing things that I did not know. But I really didn’t care because I was getting lost in myself and swaying back and forth with my hips swinging left to right and my arms were clasped together a little above my head.  I didn’t care who saw me or how stupid I looked it just felt good to release the stress of the night with the sway of my hips.

After a while I got this feeling that I was being watched.  I opened my eyes and looked around.  All my friends where still dancing away with their loves and so I moved on twirling about to see where the set of eyes where coming from, the ones that were burning a hole in the back of my head.  Finally what felt like an eternity of trying to figure out this madness I looked up to the stage not thinking anything of it.  Like really why would they want to look at me? Granted I am wearing a red dress that screams “Hey my ex has a new something that’s Blonde that he loves but it’s ok because I am drunk”, but there really isn’t anything special about me at all.  I look at the first Greek God standing in the middle of the stage, the lead singer.  Sandy blonde hair, abs of steal, white button up shirt, and black leather pants.  The dude isn’t wearing any shoes, gross, and his eyes are closed so moving on.  Next I looked at the drummer.  He had a baseball cap on and big arms.  I couldn’t see much of him because he was hiding behind the drum set.  Next I set eyes on the base guitarist.  He wasn’t a Greek God but he was handsome in his own right.  He had spiky brown hair faded blue jeans black boots and no shirt.  He didn’t have abs of steel or anything but he was still cute.  Lastly, I spotted the most breath taking man on the planted.  Normally rock stars do nothing for me and my libido because they are all about money and power and drugs.  And I decided to swear off men that where about money since that drove my marriage to the ground.  But this man, WOW.  He was a Greek God.  He was wearing a fitted black shirt that hugged every single swell of his chiseled chest.  Each muscle bunched as he strummed his electric guitar sending shivers down my spine and they were good shivers.  He was wearing light baggy jeans with a chain attached on his hip.  I couldn’t tell how his ass looked but I was sure that it was divine.  I must have been staring hard with my mouth wide open because when I got done undressing him with my eyes I looked back into the most piercing blues eyes I have ever seen looking right back at me. And then he winked and he got this sly looking grin on his face before he stepped up to the mike to provide backup vocals for the lead. The man was pure perfection with those blue eyes and jet black hair that looked like he had just rolled out of bed. Oh what I would give to run my fingers through his hair…….

It took me a moment to compose myself and close my mouth.  Well actually Amanda had to come up and shake me hard to get me to snap out of my trance.  She was looking at me funny and all I could say was…..Uh……yes that was my answer.

“Ry are ok? Do you need to set down and drink some water? You don’t look too good.”

“Oh no I am just fine.  The guitar guy just winked at me and I think I just had an
orgasm after he did that.  Is that possible to have one with just a wink? I mean it’s been so long for me and I am rusty but still I would have never thought.  Please tell me to shut up because I am freaking out right now that the Greek God up there just winked at me!!”

I stared at her
wide eyed hoping she had some answers for me that would help me get off this guitar Greek God trance. But no she just shook her head and pushed me towards my seat at the sofa.

“God Ryan you
just looked like you lost your cookie dough or something, are you ok?” Kris asked after Amanda sat me down and handed me some water.