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Authors: Sharon Kleve
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blurted out, “Do you shave?” Brenda had chosen that moment to walk by and nod her head towards the restroom. I couldn’t believe I had forgotten to look for my friends. I wasn’t sure why he would ask me if I shaved. The majority of women did. Luckily Brenda saved me from asking him to elaborate.
Instead, I asked, “Do you know where the restroom is?” He pointed his hairless finger in the same direction Brenda had gone. He seemed disappointed that I hadn’t answered his question.
I whispered to Pete, “I’ll be right back. Be good.”
“Party-pooper.”
When I grabbed the restroom door handle, it was suddenly yanked opened and I almost fell flat on my face. Brenda stood there with the strangest look on her face — somewhere between shock and disgust. It could mean one of two things: that a person had done a real bad stinky in the toilet or that she had juicy information about Nick.
When I got my balance back, I took a closer look at Brenda’s expression and asked, “Brenda, what’s wrong with you? I almost fell on my face.”
“Listen to this: Nick Shaver has quite a reputation with the ladies. He’s dated half the single women in Seattle. The other half have already heard about him and refuse to date him. I can’t believe you haven’t heard of the infamous Nick Shaver. You need to watch out for the ‘Do you shave?’ question. His MO is to wine and dine his dates for a couple of weeks, while he’s a complete gentleman. When he thinks he’s got you hooked, he suggests extensive hair removal. He hasn’t found his dream woman yet though — the one who would go all the way, completely hairless. His relationships end when their hair starts to grow back and the itching starts.”
“That is gross, and he already asked me. He must be desperate. Why didn’t you tell me before I ordered my food?”
“Well, your expression was comical. When you first saw him I could tell you needed food. You were salivating all the way to your table.”
Brenda left the restroom first and I considered the old ‘dine and dash,’ but as I walked out I saw that he had opened his wallet to pay the bill. I guess I had too much hair for him. After a quick goodbye to Nick, I burned rubber out of the parking lot — before he could blink one of his bald eyelids.
“Pete, do you need a quick bathroom break or are you okay for another hour?”
“I’m good for now, but at the next restaurant, can you snag me a breadstick or something?”
“Mr. Gyro’s is usually packed, but there’s a parking spot right by the front door; things could be looking up for me.” It was exactly 4:00 p.m. when I arrived and for the second time, the door was yanked open. This time, the door was opened by a man in a gray suit and red-striped bow tie. I whispered, “Pete, please tell me this isn’t my next date?”
“He looks stuffy. I didn’t know men wore bow ties any longer. Maybe this is one of those times when honesty is the best policy. Grab a breadstick and let’s hit the road. We can spend the next hour at the park.”
Gray suit was unfortunately my next date. I had to go with my gut. I quickly took Bob aside and in a somber tone told him, “I’m sorry, this isn’t going to work out.”
Surprise appeared on Bob’s face; like he couldn’t believe I wasn’t interested in him. He said, “Let’s sit down for a couple minutes and see how it goes, okay?”
I whispered again, “Pete, do you recognize this guy? He kinda looks familiar to me.”
“Stay awhile, maybe it’ll come to you. At least this guy has hair. That’s a plus.”
“Okay,” I reluctantly agreed.
“Corny, have you ever been to Mr. Gyro’s before?”
Not too enthusiastically I replied, “No, but I’ve heard great things about the food.”
“Hey, it must be our lucky day. Tthere’s a table over there in the corner. What would you like to drink?”
“I’ll take an ice tea please.”
“That’s sound good to me too.”
“At least the
Instead, I asked, “Do you know where the restroom is?” He pointed his hairless finger in the same direction Brenda had gone. He seemed disappointed that I hadn’t answered his question.
I whispered to Pete, “I’ll be right back. Be good.”
“Party-pooper.”
When I grabbed the restroom door handle, it was suddenly yanked opened and I almost fell flat on my face. Brenda stood there with the strangest look on her face — somewhere between shock and disgust. It could mean one of two things: that a person had done a real bad stinky in the toilet or that she had juicy information about Nick.
When I got my balance back, I took a closer look at Brenda’s expression and asked, “Brenda, what’s wrong with you? I almost fell on my face.”
“Listen to this: Nick Shaver has quite a reputation with the ladies. He’s dated half the single women in Seattle. The other half have already heard about him and refuse to date him. I can’t believe you haven’t heard of the infamous Nick Shaver. You need to watch out for the ‘Do you shave?’ question. His MO is to wine and dine his dates for a couple of weeks, while he’s a complete gentleman. When he thinks he’s got you hooked, he suggests extensive hair removal. He hasn’t found his dream woman yet though — the one who would go all the way, completely hairless. His relationships end when their hair starts to grow back and the itching starts.”
“That is gross, and he already asked me. He must be desperate. Why didn’t you tell me before I ordered my food?”
“Well, your expression was comical. When you first saw him I could tell you needed food. You were salivating all the way to your table.”
Brenda left the restroom first and I considered the old ‘dine and dash,’ but as I walked out I saw that he had opened his wallet to pay the bill. I guess I had too much hair for him. After a quick goodbye to Nick, I burned rubber out of the parking lot — before he could blink one of his bald eyelids.
“Pete, do you need a quick bathroom break or are you okay for another hour?”
“I’m good for now, but at the next restaurant, can you snag me a breadstick or something?”
“Mr. Gyro’s is usually packed, but there’s a parking spot right by the front door; things could be looking up for me.” It was exactly 4:00 p.m. when I arrived and for the second time, the door was yanked open. This time, the door was opened by a man in a gray suit and red-striped bow tie. I whispered, “Pete, please tell me this isn’t my next date?”
“He looks stuffy. I didn’t know men wore bow ties any longer. Maybe this is one of those times when honesty is the best policy. Grab a breadstick and let’s hit the road. We can spend the next hour at the park.”
Gray suit was unfortunately my next date. I had to go with my gut. I quickly took Bob aside and in a somber tone told him, “I’m sorry, this isn’t going to work out.”
Surprise appeared on Bob’s face; like he couldn’t believe I wasn’t interested in him. He said, “Let’s sit down for a couple minutes and see how it goes, okay?”
I whispered again, “Pete, do you recognize this guy? He kinda looks familiar to me.”
“Stay awhile, maybe it’ll come to you. At least this guy has hair. That’s a plus.”
“Okay,” I reluctantly agreed.
“Corny, have you ever been to Mr. Gyro’s before?”
Not too enthusiastically I replied, “No, but I’ve heard great things about the food.”
“Hey, it must be our lucky day. Tthere’s a table over there in the corner. What would you like to drink?”
“I’ll take an ice tea please.”
“That’s sound good to me too.”
“At least the
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