Last Saturday I met a very attractive man at a bar with Frankie. We were out on the town having dirty martinis at Off the Wagon when this tall, dark and handsome man challenged me to a game of Foosball. I couldn’t resist the competition.
Dickhead, as I will now refer to him, was a UPS delivery guy by day and actor by night. He asked me out to dinner that night and I accepted the invitation.
I spoke with Dickhead a few times on the phone. I met him at a small Italian dive near Mulberry. It wasn’t much of a place, but he chose it claiming it had the best shrimp scampi ever. We sat down at a table in the corner, and there was a soccer game going on at the bar in the front of the restaurant.
I grabbed the menu to see what kind of drinks they had. He grabbed my hand, which at first seemed sweet, and then he stuck it in his mouth and started biting my finger.
“Ouch! What the fuck!” I said.
“Oh, you’re not a dirty girl?” he asked.
“What?” I retorted.
“I want you. I want to have heaps and heaps of sex with you,” he said in all seriousness.
I started laughing. “Are you for real?”
“Yeah,” he looked confused. “That’s what you want too. Right?”
“Heaps and heaps?” I asked, laughing. “Can sex come in heaps and heaps? No, I don’t want heaps and heaps with you. I don’t even know you, yet.”
“But that’s why I asked you here, so maybe after dinner we could get to know each other,” he said raising an eyebrow.
I stood up. “Sorry, as Pink would say, its you and your hand tonight.” I left the restaurant and immediately called Frankie. Where do I meet these guys?– Ruby
Monday, March 10, 2008
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
Posts
