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" I laughed and he reddened a little more. "You better get ready, my friends are coming over pretty soon." Awww ... Tequila, do I have to?" he whined, the way he does."I promised, remember?" I put my hands on my hips and stared at him until he lowered his gaze. "Besides, maybe you'll find a girlfriend today." Really?" He glanced up quickly with a little hope flickering across his bland features."No!" I giggled. "Look at you. You're thirty-four years old, hopelessly out of shape with that rootbeer belly of yours; bowlegged, pigeon-toed, and cross-eyed. You're little wee-wee is smaller than my thumb and you're stupid and ugly too."We didn't actually know how old he was, but that number was handy so I used it. He wasn't going to argue anyway, he wasn't the sort of creature who could contradict a real person to her face, no matter what outrageous thing she might say. He had a genuine fear of women; sort of a love-hate thing that stemmed from nursing on the neighbor's bitch as an infant.. With a sudden show of complete calm, I dropped my Zippo on the floor, putting a nasty dent in the tip right corner, the first dent in the previously pristine lighter. ‘Sorry about that, I was thinking.’ Carefully, I opened the lid and flipped the thumb-wheel and … nothing. Quickly I flipped it again, and again, and … still nothing. I looked up to see the bartender lighting her cigarette with a book of bar matches. Giving me a smile to die for, she said, ‘You’re smooth, I’ll give you that. Anyone else would have just lit my cigarette, but you actually have my attention. Now if I could just find something to drink I might be happy the rest of the evening.’ Some have accused me of being slow, but never stupid. I waved to the bartender and when he got there the girl asked for a Mai Tai. That was way too sweet for me, so I said, ‘Scotch rocks is fine with me.’ Waiting for the drinks, I leaned back and looked at her. Sure enough, it was the bikini girl in person. She had an army.
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When I walked in I did not see her at first and was a little relieved and a little depressed at the same time. I felt like a naughty little boy and I am 28 years old! The store was a little busier because it was Saturday, so it took me a little longer to do my shopping. When I was finished shopping I headed to the register and there she was. Apparently, she was on her lunch break! I had butterflies in my stomach but vowed to go through with it. I waited until there was nobody at her line and then I walked up.“Hello Michelle,” I said. I could tell that she was trying to remember me. “I was in here a week ago for some things and you threatened me with your gun.” She smiled at that, and I knew that she remembered me then. “Oh yes, you are the one that doesn’t listen.” I was embarrassed again. “How are you,” she asked. Well, it was now or never. “I am fine, but do you remember what happened last week when I was in your line? A man walked in while you were ringing me up with muddy boots.

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