It wasn’t long after our introduction that the ladies and I sat down. Jaime had ordered us a round of beers and as we imbibed them, our conversation carried on. I kept taking pictures of the girls, as it gave me a reasonable excuse to check each one of them out. Our conversation last for about fifteen minutes or so before I was able to get one of the girls alone.
“I think I’m gonna hurl!” Jaime exclaimed. She looked like she was about ready to explode. Rebecca got up and helped her to the restroom. Ashley got up and was ready to follow them, but Rebecca waved her off and pointed to me.
We sat down again and resumed our conversation.
“So, what do you do for a living?” Ashley asked me as she peeled the label off of her beer in a semi-seductive manner.
“Physical therapist.” I said.
“Wow. You must know a lot about the human body.” She said as she started playing footsy with me.
“And what do you do?” She looked like she might have been a secretary or something but I was shocked when she told me.
“First Grade teacher.” She didn’t look like the type to work with children at all, especially after she had downed at least half a dozen beers and a few shots. “I love working with kids. It’s so rewarding.”
“So how do you know Jamie and Rebecca? Are they co-workers?” She nodded her head no.
“We’re roommates. We have an apartment on the other side of town. Rebecca and I have known each other since high school. Jaime moved in with us last year, she lived across the hall from us until she broke up with her boyfriend.”
“So how old are you ladies?” I know it’s not the best question to ask a woman in a public place, but I didn’t know them, so I didn’t care.
“Rebecca is twenty-five and Jaime is twenty-two. Me, I’m…” She didn’t tell me, she just held up a few fingers. The bar was too dark and I was a little light-headed to count accurately, but I think she was twenty-six.
“You don’t look it.” She smiled in appreciation. She began to wave her hand like she was hot.
“Is everything ok?” I asked. Hey, nothing turns on a woman more than a guy who is concerned about her well-being.
“The cigarette smoke is getting to me. I just need to get some air. Can we take a walk?”
She grabbed a pen from her purse and scribbled a note to the other girls. I couldn’t see what she wrote, but as she was writing she smiled at me, laughed and drew a big smiley face on the bottom. She took her purse and we walked outside.
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