The glasses were drying, and the bar had been wiped down twice. Sports television droned in the background, the merciful tail end of unscripted mid-afternoon talk shows, with sportswriters masquerading as experts.
….to be continued
Look, there is no reason for this. Buck the #$%^#$ up.
Remember the girls you dated before? Toned, tanned, and tight enough to bounce quarters off their bellies. This girl was nothing, and she has not left your mind for over two days.
What was so special about her?
Try to remember…
Well, be shallow. You didn’t even get to talk to her, right? So, it’s ok to just judge her off looks. Go ahead and ASSUME her feelings from that tenth-of-a-second look in her eyes. I’m sure you saw the whole of her soul.
Arms. They weren’t frail, bubbly, nickel-bagged or cottage-cheese. Nothing bad about them…that blouse she had on, with the green that absolutely popped her eyes (if she was wearing colored contacts, screw it – don’t want her) had no sleeves, and those arms were ok. I could take that.
No problem.
Eyes were good, moving on.
Who knows about the legs, never even looked. Who looks at legs unless they’re attached to something special that’s walking away. She’d be wearing jeans, but had on some criss-cross strap-type heels…
damn. Ok, only models and girls with confidence and A+ bods pull that off. she passes.
shit. Where am I going to see her again?
Humble desires floated with the arrogance Cuban cigar smoke. The night was chilly, and his fleece did no good. His lips were cold. Bedtime.
She moved around in her chair for what must have been the 100th time to get comfortable. It was an alright chair – she’d been kinda proud when she found it at Target on a Saturday afternoon when she really wasn’t shopping for anything. It raised and lowerd, had a lumbar support thing too, but she never changed it. The knob was too hard to turn.
It had armrests covered in fake leather too. She didn’t used those much either.
But it tilted, and now she tilted back to close her eyes for just few…seemed like lately she was always rushing throw everything and didn’t even know if she could sit still for a minute. She’s going to try now, eyes closed…
1,2,3,4,5,6,7…….He didn’t have a wedding ring? Did he? No, she would have noticed that.
16,17,18,19,…maybe he took it off to hit on girls. Ok, if that was the case, she didn’t want anything to do with him anyway! Sleaze…
36.37…but if he’d taken it off to go after women, why not her? she had been looking pretty good that night, hadn’t she?
Now she got out her compact and opened it to look at herself in the foundation-dusted mirror…
Her eyes were too wide open. she looked like a 12 year old peeking out of a grown woman’s body…so she narrowed them…better.
Now she could barely see the color of her eyes. SHIT. Guys liked green eyes, didn’t they? Here’s were pretty enough, though she could see specks of brown in them…how does that happen?
she didn’t make it the full minute.
I’ve been working all day and my office started to finally seem cold at about 8:45 pm when I was sitting there watching sportscenter on the tv in the corner and I thought man this is ridiculous I’m 28 years old and I’m not going home to a wife and kids or anything maybe it would be alright to go grab a beer quick and possibly meet somebody I can ask to dinner next Tuesday. i think it would be nice to have a dinner date after work sometime, you see it in the movies all the time and maybe it’ll work for me but i can’t do it next Monday because I just don’t think monday feels like it’s part of the week, it really seems like it’s just squeezing the beginning. so i put on my suit jacket and checked in the mirror quick. i’ve got a bathroom off to the side of my office and i keep all the vitals in there, I even put fresh gel in my hair and sprayed on some of that Lucky cologne that’s been sitting in the same spot for 2 years. I guess i’ll just walk across the street to that little bar even though I always try to avoid it because I don’t want to confine myself to one area, work and play ya know? Whatever, this green Landrover honks at me as I walk across the street. I push open the wooden door (it has a bell on it, sounds like a holiday) and walk up to the bar. I figure drinking 3 or so will get me good and ready to sleep. there is a gorgeous brunette standing beside me, classy too, with tressy hair and these earrings that have little curly-q’s to them. she might be the one, she’s cute, and she looks smarter than everybody else here wearing college sweatshirts or tube tops. I’m going to smile at her. She’s looking at me, I can tell as I turn to get the bartender’s attention to order. now she looks disgusted. she stares at her drink, what did I do, and shakes her head. she’s out the door now, and her drink is sitting there with 1/2 of it left…huh, she wasn’t wearing lipstick, I can tell by the rim. I like her even more. She walked away.
there is a bar is some city where a girl is standing with a drink in her hand. She’s got dangly earrings on that she thought looked sassy when she put them on but once she got to the bar with them on and her mascara she just feels overdressed and out of place. then she looks at the drink b/c all of a sudden she thought “it’s 9 pm and I have lots of work to do tomorrow and what good is this going to do me right now I don’t get it all of sudden” she’s getting ready to put it down and this guy walks up with his suit still on, and he’s good looking and his suit is an even blacker black than she thought it could be and he just looks fresh and nice and his eyes twinkled and he smells like he just took a shower, even though the loosened tie makes it clear he just came from work and she thinks “I worked until 6 and then came home and watched tv for a little bit before I changed and drove here and it took 30 minutes to find a place to park and he’s got to get up for work too but he’s getting here right as I’m leaving and looking fresh…what the hell” now she’s just pissed and she left and walked home.
