A woman walks into a bar/restaurant. All the patio tables are full, so she surveys the scene in the bar area. She takes a seat at the counter where she has an empty seat on either side.
After ordering a margarita (on the rocks, no salt), an older man down the bar waves to catch her eye - no subtlety there. He tells her he has bought her drink and the next one. He soon leaves and wishes her a good evening.
She strikes up a conversation with the businessman to her right, who is eagerly reading (devouring?) the Wall Street Journal. He begins to talk while still reading the paper. She apologizes for interrupting his reading - being an avid reader herself - and he apologizes for being rude, puts down the paper, and proceeds to engage her in an interesting conversation for the next hour and a half. When she makes a move to leave, he buys her another margarita.
He just moved to Dallas four months ago from Montana. He asks her about good places to go in town. He thinks he's much older than the young-looking woman. (He's 41.) He earnestly guesses her age to be 25, maybe 26?
The evening is concluded with an exchange of phone numbers.
8 comments:
A nice post. Sounds like a Mike Hammer story to me :-)
Well ... any subsequent phone calls??
Oooh! How exciting. But I don't envy you the waiting for him to call... I HATE that. But yay!
That sounds like a good evening had by all..
Wow, you always do know how to work that scene!!!
No, no phone calls. But it was fun anyway.
And that my dear is a good evening! Well done you!
A week is an eternity with no posts from you :(
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