Sitting in the funky French bistro with my date, a fuckbuddy who’s twenty years my senior, I sipped my wine and admired the art and the other patrons. This guy always takes me to the best places.
I like him. He’s fun and uncomplicated. No strings, no attachments, just nice dates which, while they usually end with nakedness, always include expensive food and wine and the occasional show.
We sat at a small table, drinking and laughing. We genuinely get along and I forget the difference in our ages when we’re out.
A woman sitting a couple tables away, probably about the age of my date, gave me one of those looks which said more than she ever could have with words.
I wasn’t aware of it at first, since I don’t naturally view other women suspiciously, but I felt her eyes on me for longer than it would have taken to check out my outfit, which was awesomely cool and sexy. I met her eyes and smiled hello. She looked down at her meal and said something to her male companion.
A few minutes later I felt it again. I looked up and she was looking at me like I was the Whore of Babylon. I raised my eyebrows and nodded very slightly. I put my glass to my lips and tipped my head back.
Who cares?
I smiled and looked away.
My date looked at me quizzically, “What’s funny, baby?”
I signaled to the woman with my eyes, “I think I just got called a ho.”
“What does that mean, a ‘hoe?’”
It was so charming that I laughed and kissed him.
3 Comments
December 28, 2006 at 4:03 am
Would that mean that a more apt title for a blowjob performed by you would be a hoedown?
Just askin’…
(hur, hur, hur)
December 28, 2006 at 6:50 am
Yeah, and then spectators could shout, “Ho down! Ho down!”
and people would be all confused.
January 16, 2007 at 6:19 pm
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