Fiction: One For The Loo
He is a handsome man. Look at him. Charismatic, isn't he? Look at those puppy brown eyes with sweeping eye lashes. Those cold thin lips tend to give a ghost of smile with a slight tilt to the right. He is a real man's man.
No, don't get all uncomfortable about it. Where is the waiter? I want my whiskey on rocks! Alcohol tastes good, doesn't it? Look at the glimmering gold that burns a smooth hole down my belly and gives me the courage to stay put in the same room as him.
He has maintained his slim figure despite the ten years that I last was with him. Lucky man! Handsome men wear age well whereas pretty women like me start to look like plastic surgery wannabes.
There you again looking uncomfortable. No! I'm not drunk. Bitter? Sure! Sorry! I think I'm a little dizzy. Drinking on empty tummy does reel the senses. Nice music, don't you agree? Wanna dance? Its been a while since I let loose.
Come on! Just you and me. Don't be so mean. You and I are single ready to mingle and all I am asking for is a dance. Fine! We won't hit the floor. We can dance right here.
Nice coat, must say. Let me remove the flint from your sleeve. White hair? Oh you have a cat uh? How sweet! Am I too close? Want me to move away? Don't look so worried. I won't pounce on you not like he pounced on me and forgot all about me.
He used to pounce on me quite a bit during those good old days. Sit, did you say? Sure, why not. Lets sit at the bar. And yes I will drink and no, you will not stop me. Waiter! Bloody Mary. And yes! I am mixing my drinks.
See how he is all over that barely out of college kid. She is all weak- kneed over him being a 'uncle figure' and he has pedophilia thoughts stuffing down his pants.
You are laughing? Yeah, I can be funny. At a grand old age of forty some shit I can afford to be funny. But you know its easier for me to get a lay than for him to get a fuck from that kid.
I can have just about any man in the room, even you. Too much to drink? Maybe but not enough to go completely Dev D on you. Now you find me hot, don't you? I can see it in your eyes. Liquid Sherry! Thats the color of your eyes.
Your skin feels smooth under my fingers. You shaved for our date, didn't you? And yet you won't even hold my hand. The thorough Indian gentleman.
He on the other hand is a wolf tearing through sheep's clothings. Bad boys like him get all the action, the money and the pretty girl where as men like you get spent women like me!
Don't shake your head. Men like you don't get women like me. I'm sorry about that. You are very nice man. And deserve a woman as nice as you not someone as hard as nails like me.
There you go shaking your head. I think I am going to be sick. Ladies loo for me! I can walk on my own. Damn! I better not bang into that a-hole. Now that would be a real highlight of the evening, right?
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