party
girl even in her mid-forties, never married, no kids and how she
says she doesn't need them when she has me as her favorite niece to
spoil. Mason told me about his two sisters already married with
kids, yet he was the oldest of the four kids, and his youngest
sister just finished up her first year in college. It felt as if we
could talk on and on all night, but we didn't.
It was the last kiss that he dropped on me
right before saying that it doesn't matter what you do in life,
just that you are happy with the one you love that caused me to
realize my smart brain of learn all about him, just lost. I wanted
nothing more than to get him naked back at my place. I was in love
with his Latin bad-boy moves and his great outlook on life. The two
combined were lethal to my heart, because I was falling hard into
the canyon of love.
After he excused himself for a moment to go
to the men's room, I grabbed the waitress as she was walking by
with a quick yank of her arm. After a profuse apology to my
briskness, I pleaded with her that she gives us the check right
away. She smiled as she walked away. She was either going to take
her sweet time or have sympathy for a woman who is falling madly in
love with the man in front of her.
By the time Mason came back, the check was
being laid on the table before him, and our waitress was telling us
to have a great night. I intended to. I raised my eyebrows and
smiled while a loud 'thanks' left my mouth. Mason glanced over at
me with an inquisitive look of what was that about, and I simply
replied. "Girl talk, while you were in the bathroom. She likes my
shoes." I held my foot out and did a little foot modeling as if I
was showing a woman my spectacular footwear.
"Ok. They're nice. So are you ready to get
out of here? It's been a long day for me, and I'm sure you still
need to catch up on your missed out sleep from last night. You have
work tomorrow?"
If I wasn't mistaken, he seemed to be making
an exit to our date. No mention of nightcap or hanging out anymore.
The night was still young as it was only six o'clock. Was I reading
him wrong? Did he need to get to another date or had other plans? I
blatantly answered with a nonchalant answer as I shrugged my
shoulders. "Yup. Back to the old grindstone tomorrow."
As I stood up, he dropped cash on the table,
stood behind me and then put his hand to the lower part of my back
again. "So do you have plans for your actual birthday then?" He
asked.
We started to walk out of the bar, and then
it suddenly dawned on me that maybe he didn't want this thing to go
too fast either. That perhaps, I should not assume he just wants to
take me back to my place for anything more. We just had an early
happy hour adventure and after both our long nights, that maybe he
was just as tired as I was. I decided to answer him with an invite.
"Yes, actually. Well, I ordered a small cake from the bakery around
the corner. I had ordered a large one to bring back for leftovers
from my family restaurant party, but in my drunk stupor, the cab
driver got it. I was planning on having the small cake by myself,
after I got home from an after work thing we do with all the
employees. If it's someone's birthday, we round up any available
crew for a drink after work. Marion is coming, would you like to
come?"
Without hesitation, he answered me, which
made my heart float. "Sure. What time and where? Maybe we could
share some of that cake afterwards." He sounded excited so I had to
assume he was just trying to slow things down a bit, so we didn't
jump the gun on this one.
"Five o'clock. Down on sixth at that little
dive bar, do you know the one I am talking about."
"Yeah. Pete's. Pete's Bar and Grill I think,
but I don't ever remember seeing menus there. They've got a rank
happy hour buffet. Wouldn't eat from it, but they do a mean
karaoke, and the drinks are cheap."
"So you know the place?" I beamed with
excitement.
"Yeah. Right by your work. Makes sense."
I looked at him with a
girl even in her mid-forties, never married, no kids and how she
says she doesn't need them when she has me as her favorite niece to
spoil. Mason told me about his two sisters already married with
kids, yet he was the oldest of the four kids, and his youngest
sister just finished up her first year in college. It felt as if we
could talk on and on all night, but we didn't.
It was the last kiss that he dropped on me
right before saying that it doesn't matter what you do in life,
just that you are happy with the one you love that caused me to
realize my smart brain of learn all about him, just lost. I wanted
nothing more than to get him naked back at my place. I was in love
with his Latin bad-boy moves and his great outlook on life. The two
combined were lethal to my heart, because I was falling hard into
the canyon of love.
After he excused himself for a moment to go
to the men's room, I grabbed the waitress as she was walking by
with a quick yank of her arm. After a profuse apology to my
briskness, I pleaded with her that she gives us the check right
away. She smiled as she walked away. She was either going to take
her sweet time or have sympathy for a woman who is falling madly in
love with the man in front of her.
By the time Mason came back, the check was
being laid on the table before him, and our waitress was telling us
to have a great night. I intended to. I raised my eyebrows and
smiled while a loud 'thanks' left my mouth. Mason glanced over at
me with an inquisitive look of what was that about, and I simply
replied. "Girl talk, while you were in the bathroom. She likes my
shoes." I held my foot out and did a little foot modeling as if I
was showing a woman my spectacular footwear.
"Ok. They're nice. So are you ready to get
out of here? It's been a long day for me, and I'm sure you still
need to catch up on your missed out sleep from last night. You have
work tomorrow?"
If I wasn't mistaken, he seemed to be making
an exit to our date. No mention of nightcap or hanging out anymore.
The night was still young as it was only six o'clock. Was I reading
him wrong? Did he need to get to another date or had other plans? I
blatantly answered with a nonchalant answer as I shrugged my
shoulders. "Yup. Back to the old grindstone tomorrow."
As I stood up, he dropped cash on the table,
stood behind me and then put his hand to the lower part of my back
again. "So do you have plans for your actual birthday then?" He
asked.
We started to walk out of the bar, and then
it suddenly dawned on me that maybe he didn't want this thing to go
too fast either. That perhaps, I should not assume he just wants to
take me back to my place for anything more. We just had an early
happy hour adventure and after both our long nights, that maybe he
was just as tired as I was. I decided to answer him with an invite.
"Yes, actually. Well, I ordered a small cake from the bakery around
the corner. I had ordered a large one to bring back for leftovers
from my family restaurant party, but in my drunk stupor, the cab
driver got it. I was planning on having the small cake by myself,
after I got home from an after work thing we do with all the
employees. If it's someone's birthday, we round up any available
crew for a drink after work. Marion is coming, would you like to
come?"
Without hesitation, he answered me, which
made my heart float. "Sure. What time and where? Maybe we could
share some of that cake afterwards." He sounded excited so I had to
assume he was just trying to slow things down a bit, so we didn't
jump the gun on this one.
"Five o'clock. Down on sixth at that little
dive bar, do you know the one I am talking about."
"Yeah. Pete's. Pete's Bar and Grill I think,
but I don't ever remember seeing menus there. They've got a rank
happy hour buffet. Wouldn't eat from it, but they do a mean
karaoke, and the drinks are cheap."
"So you know the place?" I beamed with
excitement.
"Yeah. Right by your work. Makes sense."
I looked at him with a
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