They are new and will require constant attention

They are new and will require constant attention

August 03, 2024

I love to flirt at bars. After a long day at the office, most just want to unwind. I want to prowl.

But, I want to be subtle.

Last month, I participated in an elective surgery designed to make me more sociable and those in close proximity to me more eager to join me in a variety of “conversations”. It took a month to heal. It took another month to purchase a few new wardrobe items. It will take a year to pay off the credit card I used for the experience.

I consensually acknowledge I am too broke to be in this much pain.

And if beauty is pain, I must be one of the most beautiful ones here tonight.

I definitely am one of the most exposed people here tonight.

I made eye contact with a cute guy. He was drinking scotch, two fingers, neat. He was nursing the glass while gazing at the room. When his eyes met mine, I took a deep breath. It was a contest to see if his eyes would “pop out” before my enhancements would “pop out”.

My dress is designed for comfort, not for confinement.

Cute Guy understands.

He rises (in more than one way) and walks over to me. I am sitting in the corner table, partially secluded, taking the seat that permits the moonlight to highlight my polite milky whites.

Cute Guy takes a seat.

I reach for his scotch and dip my index finger in. He never breaks eye contact with me. I permit a single drop to drip off my finger and find its new home within my décolletage. I permitted Cute Guy just a few seconds before I inserted my index finger into my mouth so as to deplete the alcohol remnants while increasing the time Cute Guy went without blinking or breathing.

I could only blush at the myriad of opportunities an asphyxiated brain provides.

I had no other duties at the bar tonight.