It’s been a day for myself and my family while we deal with an ailing family member.So too selfishly cheer myself up, I have declared today “COCKTAIL HOUR”....
And you know what that means my darlings...
It’s time for a virtual drinky pooh or perhaps two.
And as I down my first lovely Apple Martini of the night and I get that flush to my cheeks and my ears, I giggle ever so slightly as I reminisce about my 20's and all the wild moments I had. Always pegged as the good girl, I love to think of my "not so good girl" years.
And just as I am deep into my memories, a very tall, handsome stranger sits down beside me and says:
“Hello gorgeous, did anyone tell you that your baby blues could bring a man to his knees?”
I think, oh hell, couldn’t you come up with a better line than that. And then I think to myself, who cares, he’s gorgeous. Suck it all back woman!
So I girlishly giggle and outrageously batt my baby blues to make a point and say in my best soft cooing voice:
“Why of course, and why wouldn’t you fall to your knees in my presence. I am after all the woman of your fantasies....but then again I am EVERY man's fantasy.”
He throws his head back in a deep throaty laugh and then turns to me and smiles that sly cheshire cat smile that says he could eat me up in one sitting. And just staring at him and his dark sensual brooding good looks propels me into a hot flash, and then he says:
“I heard your mischievous giggle from where I was sitting and wondered what you found so amusing?"
I can’t help myself, but I want to divulge little secrets I have told so very few. But I don’t want to blow my good girl image, an image I have cultivated for so many years.
And then he says:
“C’mon beautiful, share just three of your most intimate secrets.”
And I think, what the hell, I will never see him again and as I whisper them so that the bartender cannot hear, I watch for his reaction.
Stunned, he says:
“Oh you good girls, you make a man weep for more.”
“I know” says me “and I like it that way”.
And then I get up, pay my tab and leave, but not before I give him one more head toss and look up from under my eye lashes.
He sighs, downs his drink in one shot, looks around for his next opportunity and spies you.
And then in his most huskiest voice, he turns his full attention onto You and asks you to share three of your most intimate secrets...
And you say: