Vicki Marie’s Sexy Summer Reading Series: One Chapter A Day
THE BACHELOR CHAPTERS: A THINKING WOMAN’S ROMANCE
Like all my early email rendezvous, Johnny Sullivan and I met at Il Bistro, Seattle’s venerable fine dining restaurant on the edge of Post Alley at the Pike Place Market. Il Bistro was old world, and evoked the spirit of a typical bistro one could find on any corner in Rome or Tuscany, with hardwood floors, brick walls framing arched windows, and a mirror-backed bar holding the largest single malt scotch collection in the city.
Hanging lamps with Victorian fabric shades gave the room a warm glow, and the marble topped tables were lit with candles.
I became a regular there in that winter of 2004, and Tuesday was my unofficial date night—same table, same cocktail—I even wore the same dress. I was conducting research into the possibility of sex outside of coupling, and Il Bistro was my laboratory; although I’m sure the other customers mistook my lab for the party table in the room.
By week three, the bartender was onto my game. When I sashayed past the bar to my table, he broke into a smile and began mixing my martini just the way I liked it—Tanqueray, stirred, with three olives. The dress I wore each week was a deep blue and black Lily crepe number, found in Paris, that first trip with Toni. It was form-fitting, cut on the bias and fell to mid-calf. The length was unusual for me—I specialized in short-shirt fashion—it was the only below-mid-thigh dress I owned. I’d decided to spotlight elegance, intelligence, and humor as my primary bait: brain first, body later. This was like a game to me, but my intentions were dead serious, and I wanted to be thoughtful about what I was trying to accomplish. I was making it up as I went, and I came up with some guidelines to keep me on track:
No sex on the first date. This was an interview, not a hookup.
No married men. I was in search of authentic interaction with adults, and not the coward crowd who rationalized cheating and lying.
No unemployed or underemployed. I didn’t expect a man to always pay my way, but I definitely wanted to be treated like a lady upfront.
No fat physiques.I was looking for a view to turn me on, and the endurance of an athlete to keep me going.
No misrepresentation on my part. I knew many men were on the hunt for their next wife, or a soul mate, so I felt obligated to explain what I meant by a meaningful connection, and I made it clear that I was nonexclusive.
I conducted my research with a sense of humor, and a grad student’s commitment to over achievement. I wanted mature, sexy, intelligent men in my life—with an emphasis on the plural. I wanted outstanding sex; I wanted rock solid integrity; and I wanted my independence. Was it possible?
TOMORROW: Chapter 14
Copyright Vicki Marie Stolsen, 2014, Forever Forty-Four Publications, Publicity Rare Bird Lit, Tyson Cornell, Tyson@rarebirdlit.com, Distribution by Ingram, Available online and in bookstores in paperback, eBook, and audio format.