Meeting up with Kate

Kate Henry is a very likable woman. We have been friends since we used to get sloshed together during our University years. Those were some great times.

Thinking about it one of the reasons I enjoy being with Kate so much is her ‘One of the Boys’ type of mentality. She is just as crude and crass as I can be, very seldom does she take offense to jabs at her flaws and she likes to drink on a Sunday night. Most importantly though is she is honest and to the point and very willing to stand up for herself. She won’t take crap from anyone.

She is also pretty attractive; she has a runners build, a great ass and small, b-cup breasts. Usually, when we get a little drunk this is my point negging with her. I am pretty sure shes cool with it though.

Still, Kate has her flaws. She is an active feminist, and I really do appreciate that, I will often go with her to marches and actively will read some of the feminist books she asks me to, but, sometimes, I wish she would tone it down a bit. It’s kind of like that person in your life that only talks about work, sometimes the other person does not want to talk about work.

Her and I get along so well, I kind of wonder why we never dated, it feels like we may as well had been. She even went so far as to ask me to be a sperm donor a few months ago. Honestly, I kinda freaked out on her and we did not talk for weeks. Eventually though she and I started hanging out again.

I got out of my car and left my key’s with a valet. I am hoping Kate and I would have a little fun tonight after dinner and, hopefully, I won’t need my car until morning.

She was waiting outside the restaurant when I saw her, she was dressed in a green tee shirt and some tight jeans that really accentuated her butt. Not exactly close to go into a nice restaurant…

“Hey Rich,” Kate greeted me, “I was thinking instead of eating at this fancy place we could head across the street to the pub, I am kinda in the mood to get my drink on tonight.”

“Yeah, no problem.” I lie, “Whatever you want I am down for!” This is true but I was looking forward to some classy dinner. “Any particular reason why?” I passively ask. She crinkles her nose and shakes her head and replies in theatric tones “No, I just wish to leave the stresses of the day behind me”. I smile at her as we walk out the door

“Weird!” Kate says with her eye brows raised, “It’s weird but I feel like I was always shorter than you!”. “That’s stupid” I tell her as we walk across the street “I have always been 5’9”". “Well, you look more like 5’7” to me.” she muses. She kind of seem like she is trying to get under my skin but this is just par for the course with us.