I just went for a cup of coffee.
As I walked up to the counter, the guy in line in front of me said to the woman working behind the counter, " So, are you single ?"...no small talk, no preamble, nothing like that...just BOOM, " are you single?" .
She replied, " How old are you ?"
" 27", is what I think he said.
" Well I'm at least 10 years old than you"
" Great !", he raeched into his pockets, " I'm going to give you my number. Call me if you want to go out."
He handed her a card, picked up his coffee and out the door he went.
It was the antithesis of every experience I ever had asking a woman out...he was confident, he was direct, he was sober. I was as baffled as the woman behind the counter, who I might add, got quite the smile on her face and put the number in her pocket.
Then as I was standing there, mouth agape, the woman behind me in line moved up alone beside me and smiled. She was a realtively attractive woman, but well into her 50s. Obviously somewhat affluent with a plunging neckline and and obvious boob job.
" So what are you doing tonight", she asked..apparently inspired by our boys performance.
It was then that I became very aware of the fact that my wedding ring was still sitting on the ESC key of my keyboard back at the office.
" Tonight ?", I repeated, " well for starters I'm getting the hell out of this place"......laughed.......then ran like hell.