"Hey."
"What?"
"Order me a margarita."
"What? Why?"
"I'm too embarassed to order one for myself. They're girly."
"No, I won't, that's even worse."
Steven gave his friend a dissaproving look, then buried his nose in the menu again. His friend sighed, then picked up his own menu.
Steven, the friend with beard, and the crazy redhead girl from The Adventure with the Blind Date were having lunch together. It had taken some doing, but Steven managed to make peace with the girl he had bailed out on their first and last date. They were now on speaking terms, since the friend with beard started dating her.
"Are you ready to order?"
"Not yet we're still--" The friend with the beard looked up at the waitress, and cut off mid sentence. He gawked for a moment, before regaining himself. "We're still looking."
Steven wondered why the friend with the beard suddenly stopped talking, so he looked up from his menu. His eyes beheld one of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen. She was tall, had long, dark hair tied neatly behind her head, bright, clear green eyes, and smooth ivory skin. She filled out her uniform quite nicely, and had the right curves in the right places. Steven noted that her name badge read "Susan".
"Alright then, I'll be back in a minute." Susan headed back to the kitchen.
"DUDE! Did you see her? Wow!" The friend with the beard was ecstatic.
"Yeah, wow!"
"Man, if I--" The girl with red hair shot the friend with the beard an evil look. "If I wasn't so in love with this wonderful girl, who I am so in love with, I might think things..."
"I know what you mean."
"You should talk to her."
"Me? Hmm." Steven thought for a while, then looked back at his menu. "Well, I'm ready to order, how about you?"
The other two nodded in agreement, so Steven motioned for the waitress to come back.
"What can I get you?"
Steven spoke to her.
"Well, Susan..."
They placed their order. Steven smiled politely to her as she wrote it down. He noticed she kept looking at him, more often and for longer than a strager should or usually does. After she left, Steven had his mind made up.
---
"So, what happened?" The friend with beard and the girl with red hair were waiting for Steven near the car. They had come out of the restaurant, but Steven stayed inside. "Did you get it?"
"What do you think?" Steven asked wearily.
"Hah, I knew you couldn't."
"Yeah? Well you don't know much." Steven produced a sheet of paper with the name Susan written on it, followed by 7 digits.
"Cool."
Steven waited a day, then called her up. They went on a few dates, just minor activity. Nothing serious, but Steven liked the girl well enough to keep it up. She attended the University, and had finals coming up, so she wouldn't be free for a while.
---
The following week, Steven was feeling a bit lonely, as all of his friends were at work or otherwise occupied that particular evening, so he headed to his favorite drinking establishment, The Dirty Bird.
The Dirty Bird was a popular locale for college students and professors who worked or attended the local Univeristy. Unlike most other establishments of its kind in the area, it was clean and well run, and was a rather pleasant place to spend spare time.
As he was sitting at the bar watching football, he heard the door squeak open. In walked a pair of long, thin legs. They were shapely, and led up to a short skirt. Above the skirt was a white blouse, open at the top to reveal a nice body and a plunging neckline. Light brown hair framed a soft, gentle, pretty face. This was obviously one of the professors at the nearby University. Steven figured she was older than him, but she was thin and attractive, so he couldn't tell how much older. When a woman looks like she did, though, it doesn't matter a whole lot.
She took an empty seat next to Steven. She ordered the same drink Steven had just consumed. His glass was empty, but he waited to get it refilled. When he saw that she had finished her drink, he motioned for the bartender to come over.
"Two, please." The woman smiled at Steven, and they began talking. She was a professor of Politcal Science at the University, and lived nearby. They seemed to hit it off quite well, regardless of the unkown number of years they had between them. It was getting late, but it was a Friday night, so she decided to stay a little bit longer. They chatted about various things for a while. They laughed and had a good time. He told her stories about his silly adventures, she told stories about her days in college. She had a daughet who was in school, and she had no time for anything fun lately. Steven told her to relax and have a good time. A little bit longer turned into a lot longer, and after some time, they both decided to leave. He realized that they had been sitting their for nearly three hours, and he had only had one drink. He had barely touched his second glass.
As they walked out, the woman whispered something into Steven's ear.
She got into her car, and he got into his. He folowed her out of the lot, and toward her apartment. As he was driving, Steven got a call from Susan, the waitress he had met a few days prior.
"Hey, what are you up to right now? I'm free, I hope it's not to late to do something."
Steven knew he had a good thing going already, and he didn't want to risk it.
"Sorry, it's getting late, and I have to get up early in the morning."
She understood, so they ended the conversation politely, on the promise he would call her when he was free.
He arrived at the apartment building the woman lived in. She lived on the fourth floor, so they waited for the elevator. They watched as the lights indicated fourth, third, second, first floor. The doors opened, and out walked Susan the waitress.
"Steven? I thought you were going to bed early."
The woman's face became puzzled. "Steven? You know Susan?"
Steven was quite confused.
"Mom, you know Steven?"
Suddenly, it became clear what had happened.
"How do you know my mom?"
"How do you know my daughter?"
Steven stood in dumb silence.
"Where were you going with my mom?"
"Wait, is this the Steven you've been telling me about?"
"Yeah, I met him at work. How do you know him?"
"I met him at the Dirty Bird."
"Mom! You're old enough to be his mother!"
"Well, I didn't know he was your boyfriend."
"He's not my boyfriend, we've only dated a few times."
"Well, I didn't know!"
"But you're way older than him!"
Steven noticed the two attractive women had turned their attention from him to each other, so he tried to sneak away.
"Not so fast." They chimed in unison.
"Um, yes?" Steven replied sheepishly.
They stopped their useless arguing with each other, and turned their wrath onto Steven. They barraged him with a torrent of questions, exclamations, and rather rude statements that hurt Steven's feelings. He cried inside. Steven was a very sensitive person, despite his gruff, manly exterior. He stood there in front of the elevator, stupidly, and didn't say anything. After a short while, they both stopped. Steven spoke up.
"I'm sorry."
"Well, it's not good enough." The older woman snarled.
"Yeah, you're a loser." The younger woman added.
"Get out of here."
"Yeah, I never want to speak to you again."
Steven turned away, got into his car, and drove back to the Dirty Bird. He walked up to the door, then changed his mind. He drove down the street to Daniel's Market, bought some alcohol, then went home to drink alone.
"What?"
"Order me a margarita."
"What? Why?"
"I'm too embarassed to order one for myself. They're girly."
"No, I won't, that's even worse."
Steven gave his friend a dissaproving look, then buried his nose in the menu again. His friend sighed, then picked up his own menu.
Steven, the friend with beard, and the crazy redhead girl from The Adventure with the Blind Date were having lunch together. It had taken some doing, but Steven managed to make peace with the girl he had bailed out on their first and last date. They were now on speaking terms, since the friend with beard started dating her.
"Are you ready to order?"
"Not yet we're still--" The friend with the beard looked up at the waitress, and cut off mid sentence. He gawked for a moment, before regaining himself. "We're still looking."
Steven wondered why the friend with the beard suddenly stopped talking, so he looked up from his menu. His eyes beheld one of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen. She was tall, had long, dark hair tied neatly behind her head, bright, clear green eyes, and smooth ivory skin. She filled out her uniform quite nicely, and had the right curves in the right places. Steven noted that her name badge read "Susan".
"Alright then, I'll be back in a minute." Susan headed back to the kitchen.
"DUDE! Did you see her? Wow!" The friend with the beard was ecstatic.
"Yeah, wow!"
"Man, if I--" The girl with red hair shot the friend with the beard an evil look. "If I wasn't so in love with this wonderful girl, who I am so in love with, I might think things..."
"I know what you mean."
"You should talk to her."
"Me? Hmm." Steven thought for a while, then looked back at his menu. "Well, I'm ready to order, how about you?"
The other two nodded in agreement, so Steven motioned for the waitress to come back.
"What can I get you?"
Steven spoke to her.
"Well, Susan..."
They placed their order. Steven smiled politely to her as she wrote it down. He noticed she kept looking at him, more often and for longer than a strager should or usually does. After she left, Steven had his mind made up.
---
"So, what happened?" The friend with beard and the girl with red hair were waiting for Steven near the car. They had come out of the restaurant, but Steven stayed inside. "Did you get it?"
"What do you think?" Steven asked wearily.
"Hah, I knew you couldn't."
"Yeah? Well you don't know much." Steven produced a sheet of paper with the name Susan written on it, followed by 7 digits.
"Cool."
Steven waited a day, then called her up. They went on a few dates, just minor activity. Nothing serious, but Steven liked the girl well enough to keep it up. She attended the University, and had finals coming up, so she wouldn't be free for a while.
---
The following week, Steven was feeling a bit lonely, as all of his friends were at work or otherwise occupied that particular evening, so he headed to his favorite drinking establishment, The Dirty Bird.
The Dirty Bird was a popular locale for college students and professors who worked or attended the local Univeristy. Unlike most other establishments of its kind in the area, it was clean and well run, and was a rather pleasant place to spend spare time.
As he was sitting at the bar watching football, he heard the door squeak open. In walked a pair of long, thin legs. They were shapely, and led up to a short skirt. Above the skirt was a white blouse, open at the top to reveal a nice body and a plunging neckline. Light brown hair framed a soft, gentle, pretty face. This was obviously one of the professors at the nearby University. Steven figured she was older than him, but she was thin and attractive, so he couldn't tell how much older. When a woman looks like she did, though, it doesn't matter a whole lot.
She took an empty seat next to Steven. She ordered the same drink Steven had just consumed. His glass was empty, but he waited to get it refilled. When he saw that she had finished her drink, he motioned for the bartender to come over.
"Two, please." The woman smiled at Steven, and they began talking. She was a professor of Politcal Science at the University, and lived nearby. They seemed to hit it off quite well, regardless of the unkown number of years they had between them. It was getting late, but it was a Friday night, so she decided to stay a little bit longer. They chatted about various things for a while. They laughed and had a good time. He told her stories about his silly adventures, she told stories about her days in college. She had a daughet who was in school, and she had no time for anything fun lately. Steven told her to relax and have a good time. A little bit longer turned into a lot longer, and after some time, they both decided to leave. He realized that they had been sitting their for nearly three hours, and he had only had one drink. He had barely touched his second glass.
As they walked out, the woman whispered something into Steven's ear.
She got into her car, and he got into his. He folowed her out of the lot, and toward her apartment. As he was driving, Steven got a call from Susan, the waitress he had met a few days prior.
"Hey, what are you up to right now? I'm free, I hope it's not to late to do something."
Steven knew he had a good thing going already, and he didn't want to risk it.
"Sorry, it's getting late, and I have to get up early in the morning."
She understood, so they ended the conversation politely, on the promise he would call her when he was free.
He arrived at the apartment building the woman lived in. She lived on the fourth floor, so they waited for the elevator. They watched as the lights indicated fourth, third, second, first floor. The doors opened, and out walked Susan the waitress.
"Steven? I thought you were going to bed early."
The woman's face became puzzled. "Steven? You know Susan?"
Steven was quite confused.
"Mom, you know Steven?"
Suddenly, it became clear what had happened.
"How do you know my mom?"
"How do you know my daughter?"
Steven stood in dumb silence.
"Where were you going with my mom?"
"Wait, is this the Steven you've been telling me about?"
"Yeah, I met him at work. How do you know him?"
"I met him at the Dirty Bird."
"Mom! You're old enough to be his mother!"
"Well, I didn't know he was your boyfriend."
"He's not my boyfriend, we've only dated a few times."
"Well, I didn't know!"
"But you're way older than him!"
Steven noticed the two attractive women had turned their attention from him to each other, so he tried to sneak away.
"Not so fast." They chimed in unison.
"Um, yes?" Steven replied sheepishly.
They stopped their useless arguing with each other, and turned their wrath onto Steven. They barraged him with a torrent of questions, exclamations, and rather rude statements that hurt Steven's feelings. He cried inside. Steven was a very sensitive person, despite his gruff, manly exterior. He stood there in front of the elevator, stupidly, and didn't say anything. After a short while, they both stopped. Steven spoke up.
"I'm sorry."
"Well, it's not good enough." The older woman snarled.
"Yeah, you're a loser." The younger woman added.
"Get out of here."
"Yeah, I never want to speak to you again."
Steven turned away, got into his car, and drove back to the Dirty Bird. He walked up to the door, then changed his mind. He drove down the street to Daniel's Market, bought some alcohol, then went home to drink alone.
