She was.....decent. (I've been very critical of my standards where women are concerned ever since I started workinig for SLICE)
She was TALL with a tiny yet classy ( if that's possible) White Dress on and these (I think) 5 inch heeled Sandals. Her hair was bouncy. If I had paid more attention I'd say she was gorgeous. Nut I didn't. I was on the phone.
She entered, with 2 of her friends, laughing and smiling, as women often enter places. However i didn't notice her entrance. I was, as I said, on the phone. I was also on my laptop at the same time. I wore a white Tee with blue accent, Jeans, Blue Puma Roma's and my (Sort of) patented Straw Fedora. As it were I was engrossed in my digital activities and having missed said entrance I only looked up to see 3 older men who had apparently offended said strumpet. I look up to see her face. She looked at m with the "Did hey just say that to me?" look in her eye.
I looked back with the " I dunno? Did they?" look. She strode away. But not before she scanned me up and down. That moment took 2 seconds, as such moments do, then I returned to my precious engagements. It was at this point that I noticed those legs I was talking about earlier. She had enough of those for 2 women. Toned and lovely, how I like em.
During this time, my concentration has bareley shifted from my sister complaining in my ear and booking a flight on Priceline, so I could have quickly forgotten about miss "Tiny White Dress" If she hadnt come back...
I was sitting on the couch in the front of the restaurant, which is for lounging and for eating. It's a really big couch so theres room for everyone. So of course Miss White dress finds a way to be sitting right next to me, making flirty, cautious eye contact. I'm still not fully interested in her, so I continue blah blah blahhhing away on my cell. However I notice that she is checking over my shoulder to peep my computer screen. She gets this look on her face like Aha! As if she's impressed. Now far be it from my narccisistic side to deny a lady a glimpse of The Gift, so my gears start turning and I almost talk to her.... Until I hear this:
" Girrrrrrlllll I need one of y'all to get me some shoes. These ain't gone work!"
"They don't fit? Can you walk in them"
"Nooooo I think I might break my ankle!"
My interest shot from 45% to ZERO % in 1.5 seconds. Those shoes? Thooooose shoes? Those elaborate ass fuck me pumps? You walked out the house in shoes to get attention, then halfway through can't soldier through? Naaahhhhh Not me, not the Kid. I don't Fux With pretenders.
Nowhere in my outward or inward appearance do I pretend just to interest the opposite sex. My Hat? I really like this hat. My Phone conversation to the Virgin islands? I really do have people there to talk to. Me booking a flight? I really am taking a trip.
Her? Hair? Fake. Outfit? It screamed " LOOK AT ME! DESIRE ME!". Now ya Shoes are for pretend to? Damn. What's Genuine about you then? Why are so many women pretending? You know what's attractive to me? A Fully grown, fully realized woman.
Why pretend? Only Boys still Play with Imaginary friends.....
.....TheGift
