I frequent a college bar in my town. At first thought, that's not quite the place for a man who prefers his women over the age of 27 (I'm 30) to go, but goddamned if I haven't found exactly what I was looking for in there once or twice.

I went in the club, sat at the bar, and spotted two pretty, slim brunette sisters across the bar within two minutes. The older sister appeared to be 35 and the younger appeared to be in her early twenties. The older sister glanced at me, smiled, and said something to her younger sister. The younger sister looked at me, smiled, and said something to her older sister. I smiled at them, and the older sister smiled back.

I minded the three-second rule, and walked over to the sisters. I introduced myself to the older sister -- the first one to smile at me -- and she brushed her hair back and looked away. I waited for her to introduce me to her sister, and it was at this point I found out the her younger sister wasn't her sister, but her early-twenties daughter.

The older woman's look threw me off of her age...I suppose that's a testament to how good she kept herself and her body or how bad a judge of age I am. Over the course of conversing with the mother and daughter, I warned them that I was going to tell them something extremely cliche but true...they looked like sisters. They both laughed at that and said they heard that all the time, but never got tired of it.

After some smalltalk, I asked the mother to dance, and we did. I complimented her on her moves, she said I had nice lips. I just thanked her and returned the compliment. After a dance, we had shots with her daughter and her boyfriend.

She admitted to me that she recently moved to the region, as had I, and that it'd been hard to meet mature people. She said it was her daughter that dragged her out in the first place, and she didn't expect to actually meet 'someone like me.' When I hugged her for that, we didn't let go of each other, and we kissed. I told her that I appreciated her free-spirit -- she could just brazenly kiss a man in public and not give a shit about what people thought of that. She smiled, we joked around with each other more, and went right on kissin'.

At last call, I asked her if she wanted to go to a diner and get something to eat. Her daughter was a bit reluctant at first, but she said she'd meet us there. I took the mother with me, but the daughter texted her mother with the news that she'd gone over her boyfriend's house instead of coming to the diner. I turned my car around and drove the mother back to my place.

The mother said she liked R&B, so I put her favorite song on. I invited her to dance with me in the living room; that dance turned to some heavy petting. A good five minutes of that, and she led me to my bedroom.

I can't wait to hang out with her again...if she didn't think of it as a one-nighter.