Harley girl

This past Sunday, I was doing some yard work when I got a text from a male admirer friend who lives about a half hour away. He's a biker, in his late 50s, and was going riding, and wanted me to come along. I really didn't have anything planned so I replied, sure. I dropped what I was doing and started getting ready. About an hour later, Monica was ready to go in my favorite skinny jeans, tee, leather jacket and booties. We met up about halfway from each other and I jumped on the bike. We rode for about an hour before stopping at a bar. I have to admit that it was very exciting to walk into a bar where he knew a lot of the patrons and proudly introduced me to them. We hung out there for a bit, got some food, and were on our way. We then rode to the beach, sat on the seawall, and just talked about nothing and everything. It was windy and cold, but he wrapped his arms around me and kept me warm. It was so nice. We eventually made our way back. I hopped in my car and went home, back to drab life and my waiting weed whacker. Sigh.