Nurse

This past weekend was "tenant turnover" at my Georgetown house, which is always a Chinese fire drill. I have 24 hours to get the old tenants out, make any repairs that are needed, then walk the new tenants through the next day. Obviously, I spent most of my weekend at the house, but I did manage to meet a cute nurse Friday night.

Friday night I worked late and wasn't in the mood to go out or cook, so after walking the dog I went down to 8th Street to get some take out. I went to one of my favorite spots down there where I know a couple of bartenders and ordered food. Before I was done with me order one of my friends slid me a beer and said "I poured this by mistake, have one on me". He's no dummy, he knows that if he can get me to have one, I'll probably stay for 4 more and eat there, which is exactly what happened. I bellied up to the bar and "take out" turned into 3 hours at the bar eating and drinking.

Sitting on my left was a blond girl talking to another guy on her left. I overheard bits and pieces of their conversation and it sounded like a first date. They were talking about what they did, where they had lived, and played the ""do you know" game, where you try to see if you have mutual acquaintances - "Oh, you lived in Chicago, my cousin lives there, do you know John Smith?". Yeah, I know your fucking cousin in a city of 4 million.

I shot the shit with the bartenders while I waited for my food, and after a while the blond girl joined our conversation. Turns out she's a nurse that just moved to DC from LA, though the details on how that transition was made are still a little murky. She definitely double-talked her way around the question, not that I care.

Nurse: The nurse looked a bit older than me, I guess she's in her late 30's to early 40's. She has medium-length blond hair, that looked natural. She had a cute face and bright blue eyes. I never got a good look at her body because she was sitting down the whole time. She could have rolled in a wheel chair, for all I know. However, she had on a sleeveless dress, and her arms were cut, so I am 99% sure her body was not bad either.

We talked about LA for a bit and she asked if I had ever been. I said yes and mentioned that it's nice but that I could never live there. I've spent a total of about 6 weeks in LA for work over the years and basically can't stand it. The weather is nice, but that's about the only nice thing I can say about the city. Naturally, she tried to tell me about all the great things her home town had to offer, and kept pressing me about what I didn't like about the city. Eventually I said it was a little pretentious for me, and that it was filled with people obsessed with "Fake tits and Ferrari's". It was right about at that point that I noticed she had a very nice size chest for someone who seemed otherwise petite. There was a momentary pause, but then she laughed and it didn't come up again.

Even with my ill-advised fake tits comment, she became very flirty. We talked for a long time, and I completely forgot that when I got there she seemed to be with another guy. Eventually, First Date Guy touched her arm and said something along the lines of "It was nice to meet you, I have to get going". They shook hands and he walked out.

The bartenders had dropped off my food, so as expected I sat and ate it there, had a few more drinks, and by 11pm I was ready to go home. We had talked about sailing so I suggested we go sailing some afternoon, and she said that sounded like a good time. We exchanged numbers, then I left.

On my way home I was stopped at a red light and Bartender crossed the street in front of me. She was walking with a blond girl and a dude. When she saw me she did a double-take, laughed, gave me a wave, then said something that I couldn't hear over the bike's engine. I nodded, the light changed, and I rode off.