Sex is not the answer. Sex is the question. "Yes" is the answer.

Have you ever run into a guy that you haven't seen in some time, and still feel that Chemistry that makes you want to still jump his bones? I just did! We'll call him J.

J is the brother of a girl that I used to work with at our local pizza joint. The place has got the best beers on tap. Tonight, because Gary (the owner) still has not gotten any stouts on tap again, I decided to go with the 1554 Brussels Style Black Ale from the New Belgium Brewing Company. Not bad, but it's still not a stout!

I saw J as I was talking to a friend that still works there. I was like "Hey! How are you doing? I haven't seen you in a while! How ya been?" Pretty lame I know. But, damn, he has a way of looking at you that makes you just want to strip your panties off right there! We made small talk, asked me how I was doing. Told him I was keeping out of trouble. He said, "Yeah, right. You?" Now, seeing as my ex-boyfriend used to work there, and with him, I can just imagine the stories that my ex had told about me! I've heard some of them. Not much more was said, but oh my gawd, the way he was looking at me, I could have just jumped over that counter right then and there! But I finished up my conversation with my friend, since he and I were going to surprise his wife tomorrow night as a friend of ours, E, had flown into town, but wanted to keep it a secret a few days from our friend and her mom. Of course his wife hates surprises of any kind and has ruined what we had planned for tomorrow night for both her and E's mom. Time for another plan. But let's not get off the subject of J.

My friend had taken off, he was done for the night. So I figured I'd go in, sit at the bar and have a pint of beer. All so I can talk more with J, and imagine all the things that I would love to do to him, of course. As I was sitting there at the bar drinking my pint, he walks over and we start talking. Asking what the other has been up to, what we are doing for jobs these days. My job, failing in comparison to his. He's a sports journalist. Was living in Rome for a bit, but now down in San Diego. He asks me if I'm married yet, and I tell him, "No! Are you kidding me. I seem to scare guys off." His response was, "Wow, you must have some moves I've never seen." Oh yea, I've got some moves for you alright! "No. Hardly! I just seem to scare guys off."

So we talk some more. We talk about how there is nothing to do in this town. The one bar that all of us used to hang out at is now just filled with nothing but people that are divorced and what not. I ask him how long he's in town for. He's heading back to San Diego on Monday. He goes and takes a phone call. I'm just about finished with my pint. My mind is in over drive. Damn! He looks fucking good! I'm feeling something here, I'm feeling some kind of chemistry. But then again, it's probably just me. Wishful thinking. But that doesn't stop me from enjoying the view.

I finish my beer. Just as I am getting up to leave I tell him, "It's good seeing you again. Have a safe trip back." He asks me, "So what are you doing tonight?" I tell him, "Nothing. I'm going home to do absolutely nothing." Oh my, he is killing me with the way he is looking at me. (Have I not stressed this enough!) And what the hell do I do?! I just say bye and walk out the door. Stupid ass! I should have said, "I dunno. What are you doing tonight?" But no, I just walk out the door.

I'm thinking of heading back though, for another pint. It couldn't hurt to see if what I was feeling was real or not. It might be worth it just to see where the rest of the night takes me. It beats sitting here doing nothing.