otb_lifer
Footballguy
went to a wake back in the old 'hood last night, lotta folks i haven't seen or talked to for ages - including an ex from jr/sr years in HS ... we were each other's "first" 
i had a feeling she would be there, her family was very close to the woman who passed ... sure enuff, there she was -
our eyes met, and she motioned me out to the foyer/sitting area - she greets me with a huge hug and a juicy one on the lips - we stay embraced and exchange sweet nuffins for a minute or so .... i notice she had welled up a bit, on the verge of tears - so i just continued to hold her.
she suggests that we meet up at the bar on the corner, tells me to meet her there, as leaving together would set tongues a waggin' (she's married).
so i duck out and hit the corner lounge... i needed to take a whiz, so i took care of that biz, then sidled up to the bar.
she comes sauntering in a couple minutes later, we adjourn to a table, and order drinks from the waitress (Stella for ne, House white for her).
and, man, she still looks ####### amazing - 100% Italian, shiniest black hair i ever saw, and the biggest brown eyes you could hope to gaze into.
she clasps my hand immediately, and we make with the usual talk (kids, careers, where we're living, etc) - convivial enough ... then i bring up last time we saw each other (some 25 yrs ago), and she immediately changes the subject - reaches over, touches my cheek and tells me that she never fell outta love with me. cool.
she then says that she needs to get back (we were there for roughly 15 minutes, and had both finished our drinks) - she leans over and kisses me again - then i stand up, and we hug out our goodbyes -
the waitress left the check on the table, and we paid it no mind until then ... total was $13.73.
she starts reaching into her bag, and i'm all like "nah, no way, I GOT THIS!" ... then she shoots back "NO, NO, I INSIST! you treated me sooooo many times when we were kids"
uhhhh ... kids? ####### KIDS?!? yeah, in the grand scheme of things we were "kids" then, as per our ages now, sure ... but when she said "kids" it felt like she relegated our relationship to being in second grade with your first crush or sumthin' - #### that.
so she puts a fifty on the bar - which i gotta believe was choreographed - yeah, she's pretty well off, but ... nuttin' but a fitty spot to plunk down?
she hugs me one more time, then begins to leave ... i say "whoa, whaddabout the change?" ... she says "eh, knock yourself out" - blows a kissy face at me, then hits the exit. gonezo.
now, what do you think i did? (one of these is correct)
a) ran her down and flung the fitty in her face
b) told the bartender to back everyone at the bar up, on me (her)
c) i used her money to pound beers and shots 'til it was exhausted
d) i ran her down and persisted enough that she took it back
e) left it as a tip for the waitress, who i thought was very hot.
TIA
will reveal later on.
i had a feeling she would be there, her family was very close to the woman who passed ... sure enuff, there she was -
our eyes met, and she motioned me out to the foyer/sitting area - she greets me with a huge hug and a juicy one on the lips - we stay embraced and exchange sweet nuffins for a minute or so .... i notice she had welled up a bit, on the verge of tears - so i just continued to hold her.
she suggests that we meet up at the bar on the corner, tells me to meet her there, as leaving together would set tongues a waggin' (she's married).
so i duck out and hit the corner lounge... i needed to take a whiz, so i took care of that biz, then sidled up to the bar.
she comes sauntering in a couple minutes later, we adjourn to a table, and order drinks from the waitress (Stella for ne, House white for her).
and, man, she still looks ####### amazing - 100% Italian, shiniest black hair i ever saw, and the biggest brown eyes you could hope to gaze into.
she clasps my hand immediately, and we make with the usual talk (kids, careers, where we're living, etc) - convivial enough ... then i bring up last time we saw each other (some 25 yrs ago), and she immediately changes the subject - reaches over, touches my cheek and tells me that she never fell outta love with me. cool.
she then says that she needs to get back (we were there for roughly 15 minutes, and had both finished our drinks) - she leans over and kisses me again - then i stand up, and we hug out our goodbyes -
the waitress left the check on the table, and we paid it no mind until then ... total was $13.73.
she starts reaching into her bag, and i'm all like "nah, no way, I GOT THIS!" ... then she shoots back "NO, NO, I INSIST! you treated me sooooo many times when we were kids"
uhhhh ... kids? ####### KIDS?!? yeah, in the grand scheme of things we were "kids" then, as per our ages now, sure ... but when she said "kids" it felt like she relegated our relationship to being in second grade with your first crush or sumthin' - #### that.
so she puts a fifty on the bar - which i gotta believe was choreographed - yeah, she's pretty well off, but ... nuttin' but a fitty spot to plunk down?
she hugs me one more time, then begins to leave ... i say "whoa, whaddabout the change?" ... she says "eh, knock yourself out" - blows a kissy face at me, then hits the exit. gonezo.
now, what do you think i did? (one of these is correct)
a) ran her down and flung the fitty in her face
b) told the bartender to back everyone at the bar up, on me (her)
c) i used her money to pound beers and shots 'til it was exhausted
d) i ran her down and persisted enough that she took it back
e) left it as a tip for the waitress, who i thought was very hot.
TIA
will reveal later on.
well done, fellas
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not that i give two #####, i've known most of his crew since grammar school, but out there in the open mandated nuttin' but hugs and sidles and asides 
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