Pulling a married man (part 2)

Well……….. find out a lot more about him I did! And like so many encounters with married men it was so pleasurable.

For the uninitiated, married men tend to be far more appreciative of the subtle nuances needed to engage with people. Far a start they listen more and enquire more about how you are rather than how wonderful they are. Come on, you know what I mean; narcissism has become viral with guys under 35.

They’re all ego around this age, constantly looking around the bar to see if there’s someone better than you to talk to. Because they think they’re so wonderful. And my God don’t they like you to massage their penises - metaphorically speaking of course. Yes, I know they want the other type as well, but please, who really wants to discuss massaging little pricks!

In contrast this married guy was the antithesis of the above. Consideration was his middle name along with several others that soon became apparent especially his ability to converse. He could tell if it wasn’t your cup-of-tea, so he’d simply switch topics how cool is that. And wait for it; he’d always link his topic back to me. What did I think? How did I feel about this or that? And that’s not all; the icing on the cake for me was his humour. I haven’t laughed so much in ages.

Now these attributes are not all unique to married men, nevertheless as they tend to be more relaxed about themselves then these little extras do tend to percolate through to the surface more than your average dude. Let’s face it; married men have experience of keeping a relationship together for more than a week.

So we chatted, flirted, drank a little more and before I realised it was time to leave. What usually happens is the guy is desperate to get you to his place or at the very least your number. How many times have you implemented loads of strategies to avoid this bit, especially if you’ve grown tired of them? And boy if don’t some of them get edgy if you show the slightest bit of indifference to their invitations home at the end of an evening.

My God it’s like the end of the world. They moan that you’ve led them on, or you’ve wasted their time when they could’ve been looking elsewhere. Some guys think we’re there simply to service their needs. It’s as if we’re all porn stars with permanently lubricated holes. They think we just go out drinking because we want shagging!!! Whatever happened to simply going out??

Contrast this with a married man. They’re, from the ones I meet, are already getting ‘it’ so they tend to start drifting off home without even bothering to ask for a number, a kiss, let alone a coffee. I have to prise it out of them, and this guy was no different. In fact he nearly slipped out after saying goodbye.

“Come back here, I say, where are you going?”

“Home” he says.

“Well don’t you want my number?”

“Never thought” he says

“Why not, I ask?”

“I’m married comes the reply”

He even said it in a casual way. “I’m married” like it’s a condition, a self-evident condition of unavailability. Yet for me it’s a precondition of availability. So I invite him to be a gentleman and walk me to my car (I’ve only been drinking soft-drinks). While walking I gently flirt a little more with him until we arrive at my car. Whereupon I casually write my number on a piece of paper and place it into his hand. Just as I pull my fingers away I make sure they glide along his large masculine hands. Doing so forces a response from him. He looks down at me and delivers a knowing smile and that’s when I strike. Silently my tongue moistens the inside of my lips which then close to fall gently onto………what came next?