The man sipped his alcoholic drink. The attractive waitress came over with his sandwich, leaning low over the table. Her auburn hair fell in locks around high cheekbones and cascaded over her curvaceous bosom.
“Do you like that?” the woman asked. Do I ever, he thought to himself.
“Uh, like what?” he asked. The party music thumped over her, “… sex on the beach”
Excuse me? Oh, the drink, he realized miserably.
“it’s a delicious substitute for the real thing,” he said loudly.
“You might like a long, slow screw against the wall,” she said. Was she flirting? Would I ever! The man blushed and sputtered in his drink, which dribbled down his chin. If only that were a proposition instead of a beverage. He decided to try his luck.
“Can I buy you a drink after work, maybe something with more innocent connotation, a coke perhaps?” The beautiful waitress looked him over.
“You’re not really my type,” She confessed. But you’re my type, he thought silently.
“What’s your uhh?” he asked all casual.
“Type? Usually young, dumb and hot.”
“Would 29, smart, and ugly suffice for an evening?”
“I suppose I could make just one exception.”
Score! His inner voice shouted.
“I’ll wait for you, after closing.” He finished.
“I’ll see you after work.”she said with a mischevious smile, leaving to wait on other tables. You dog you! He inwardly congradulated myself. What a hottie potatie!
“Do you like that?” the woman asked. Do I ever, he thought to himself.
“Uh, like what?” he asked. The party music thumped over her, “… sex on the beach”
Excuse me? Oh, the drink, he realized miserably.
“it’s a delicious substitute for the real thing,” he said loudly.
“You might like a long, slow screw against the wall,” she said. Was she flirting? Would I ever! The man blushed and sputtered in his drink, which dribbled down his chin. If only that were a proposition instead of a beverage. He decided to try his luck.
“Can I buy you a drink after work, maybe something with more innocent connotation, a coke perhaps?” The beautiful waitress looked him over.
“You’re not really my type,” She confessed. But you’re my type, he thought silently.
“What’s your uhh?” he asked all casual.
“Type? Usually young, dumb and hot.”
“Would 29, smart, and ugly suffice for an evening?”
“I suppose I could make just one exception.”
Score! His inner voice shouted.
“I’ll wait for you, after closing.” He finished.
“I’ll see you after work.”she said with a mischevious smile, leaving to wait on other tables. You dog you! He inwardly congradulated myself. What a hottie potatie!
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Russell - I enjoyed this short story! It is funny and realistic. The inner thoughts of the character are great! This story represents what commonly occurs these days.
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ReplyDeleteThis story made me laugh all the way through. I've never really heard a man's thoughts, but if that is how they think when talking to a woman than it's quite hilarious. I like the dialogue used, and the small amount of detail was just enough. I am not sure that a man would say "Score!" in his head when he picks up a woman, but maybe that is just my thought. Great first draft!
Funny!
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