My parents and I ate at my local tavern last night. We had earned our onion rings after ten hours of yard labor. When I went up to the bar to pay our bill, the man next to me -- mid-thirties, rough looking, drunk -- turned to me, smiled, and said, "Hey" in that long, drawn-out, "How are you doing?" voice.
"Hi," I replied.
"Are you here alone?" he continued.
"I'm here with my parents." I could see where this was going and smiled as I responded.
"Ohhh. That's okay," he smiled back. "Are you busy?"
"Um. Yes. I'm with my parents. We're leaving."
"No." He pointed at the ring finger on his left hand. "Are you busy ?"
I laughed. "No. I'm not busy like that."
"Good. I'm looking for a wife."
"Well, you've known me for only two seconds. What makes you think I'm the one?"
"Great smile. Good attitude. I can tell."
The female bartender couldn't help but overhear. My guffaws probably got her attention. "Nice line," she shouted down the bar.
"It's not a line!" my suitor shouted back. "I haven't even seen her walk yet!"
That was my cue. "Good luck with your search," I said as I grabbed my card and returned to my parents' table.
3 comments:
I had a man who owns a strip club (the largest in Iowa over 4 football fields in size) ask for my number last night. He couldn't understand my aversion after all it makes a ton of money!!
I bet after he saw you walk back to the 'rents, he KNEW you were the one. Funny how things work like that...
This story was an "aha moment" for me akin to a Sex and the City story line...men watch women walk. I MUST improve my walk!
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