I drove around some more... For a few hours, I did promise myself never to drink again... Why not... One drink won't hurt anything...
I walked into this bar down town Denver... It was nice and quiet, I made up my mind to get, just a glass of wine... I sat down at the counter, thank God nobody recognized me!
All of sudden a quiet nice woman came up to me, not trying to hold a conversation with me, she just gazed at for a moment, she asked the bartender for a glass of white wine...
"I'll have what she's having!" I yelled over the semi loud music, she turned to me and smiled.
"White is the best." She grabbed her glass...
"Yes it is." We exchanged glances...
"I'm James..." I extended my hand, she shook it.
"I'm Denise... You look familiar..." Oh God no!
"Well... I am in a famous rock band." I rolled my eyes, and shook my head... She smiled at me.
"Oh really?" I smirked at Denise's smile.
"Yeah, promise not to freak out." I got off the bar stool and stood in front of Denise.
"Why would I freak out?" I blushed red.
"Because most people do, when I tell them that I'm in Metallica." She raised one of her eye brows at me, way to go James!
"Well then... That's pretty cool." We both smiled.
"Yeah... So um if you don't mind me asking but how old are you?" I sat down next to Denise again... She blushed a little bit, but it was okay.
"38... You?" I gulped for a moment, holy shit... 38... I'm old enough to be her... Nevermind!
"I'm actually... Uh 58 but I understand that's a big age gap, if you're worried... Or something." Denise took a sip of her wine and smiled.
"It's not a problem, I like older guys." Wow really?
"Okay cool..." I saw Denise get off her seat.
"I've got to go, I work tomorrow." I smiled big.
"Cool... Where?" Denise's eyes lit up.
"Recollect Records... Been there for 20 years." That sounds cool... Very cool!
"Nice." I stood up, I don't know, if I should hug her or something, someone might recognize me...
"Yeah... I should be get going..." I had to make a quick statement or something... Quick James...
"Want to come over to my place?, I mean... We could jam or listen to some... Saxon..." Woah what?... Good god man!... She'll probably think you're crazy or something... Wait she's smiling.
"Maybe only for a little bit..." All right!...
"Ok, um... Well to be honest, I still live with my estranged wife, but we don't sleep together..." Just being honest... I shouldn't of asked her...
"James... It's fine... I can come in for a moment... You seem very cool." Cool indeed!
"Ok, I'll show you how to get there... I have my cat, follow me, and keep up." I winked at Denise, soon after we both got into our cars, of course I had to make a badass burn out, I had Denise's car... follow me in my car, after half an hour, we got to my house, I was still technically living with Fran but I was looking for houses...
"Here we are..." I got out of my car and we both smiled big... I got my keys out and I opened the door for Denise, we got inside the house.
"Nice house..." Aw thank you...
"Thanks..." She's looking around the house briefly... I follow her, to make sure Fran doesn't appear suddenly... Good god I hope not!
"You have children?" Yes and why?, I smiled.
"Yes..." She smiled back, I blushed red.
"I don't have any... I mean... I want kids, but I've never met the right man... All of my past relationships have been a bust and totally crazy." That sucks... I feel bad for her really.
"I'm sorry..." She frowned for a moment.
"It's ok... Maybe I was never meant to be a mother." Aw don't say that honey...
"Don't say that... If I was younger... Then... Well... Absolutely I'd have a child with you but now... I'm... Well older and I lived a full life... Almost." Denise blushed red and I took her hand, in mine and I looked into her eyes.
"I see... So anyways... Where do you keep your guitars?" I lit up and we both smiled big.
"In the basement, but I can show you another time, uh... It's getting late, you've got to work tomorrow and I've got to see my band mate Lars..." She smirked, when I said Lars' name.
"How is he?, Lars" I rolled my eyes and sighed.
"Fine... Crazy, funny and goofy." We laughed.
"Awesome... I should be going..." Yeah I know.
"Let me walk you to your car." Don't kiss her!, We both walk out side, it's not too cold out or warm.
"Thank you, for showing me your home, maybe next time, we can hang out more but in your own home, I like it but..." You hate it?...
"You're afraid Fran might walk in and scare you?" You don't have to worry about that...
"Something like that." Aw it's ok...
"I won't let anyone intimidate you, or make you feel uncomfortable." I embraced Denise and gave her a side hug, she some how got on the driver's side door and she reached up to me and gave me a full body hug, not saying it was awkward but it was nice, knowing she wasn't going to push me away or hurt me...
"Thank you..." I looked down to smile at Denise, she returned the smile up at me... Don't do it!... Do not do it... Dam it James!, Keep it in your pants man!... Here it goes... You idiot!...
"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen..." I bent down and kissed Denise for a few moments, I wrapped my arms around her waist and she put her arms around my neck, that lasted for... I don't know, because it felt like forever... I pulled back and smiled big.
"I never had a kiss like that... Breathtaking." Denise smiled up at me, I kissed her again.
"I don't think it would be appropriate, to have you stay over and we barely know each other... So give me your number... I'll call you tomorrow sometime and we can plan a date." We smiled.
"Sure... Let me get into my car and I'll write it down." Denise got into her car and wrote down her number for me, I smiled when she handed it to me, we kissed once more, we said our good byes and then Denise drove off to her place.
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I'm sorry (A James Hetfield story)
Fanfictionnew story about a woman who met James at a bar and well... you will have to read the story, it's fake by the way. this is a bit of comical and humor, James is one funny guy. :)
