I went out last Friday night with a bunch of gals I work with. I was beat. It'd been a rough week. We finally decided to dance a little. While we were out on the floor, one of these gorgeous gym bunny type guys spotted all of us dancing together and having fun. My friend, Julie, is really good at this. She can just wink at a guy and he'll come waltzing over to have a chat. Me? I'm shy, I end up getting to embarrassed unless there's a really good pretext for actually talking to someone. We decided to go shoot some pool when the band took a break.
Mr. Heartbreaker watched as we piled over to the pool room. You could see him break away from the convo with another yummy looking guy. His eyes followed all of us as we giggled and stumbled a bit, all of us a bit silly from the tequilla shots.
So, Julie's up. She always goes first when we pair up. Out of the corner of my eye, I spot Heart Throb moving our way. I leaned over to another friend and nudged her, "Watch Julie work this one. I've been watching her for years, but I can never get the hang of it. She's smooth."
We waited, smirking in anticipation, figuring he'd stop and talk to us first before he moved in on Julie. This was par for the course. They almost always stopped to talk to the friend or friends before they moved in on Jules. He did. We chit chatted a while. It's always easy for me to talk to the guys moving in on Julie. Who cares what they think? The whole engagement has no goal, no point, and I can flirt all I want because they guy is going after Julie, not me. And, since I'm engaged, I don't really care because there is no point to the flirt: it just is.
When Julie stepped aside to allow me to take a shot, Heart Throb handed me his card. On the back he'd written. "I'm available for anything you'd like. $50. Only one condition."
Oh wow! He was for hire. This would be my chance to see what paying for it would be all about. The beau wouldn't mind. We'd talked about this before. I certainly felt a connection with Hunk o' the Week. Why not?
Julie handed off the pool stick. I tried to focus on my shot. On the one hand, I was wondering if she'd get a chuckle out of it, once she found out that he was for hire. On the other hand, I was dying to know what this condition was. Since it wasn't quite prime time for me yet, that small window between not quite tipsy and torqued, where I can actually kick some ass at pool, I missed a freakin' easy shot.
I really wanted to keep Julie from finding out too soon, too, so I blew off one of the guys playing against us so I could interrupt them. I rilly rilly wanted to watch her work this one over like she usually does, only to find out...
The Adams Mark wasn't too far away. I smiled at Beefcake as I felt around in my pants pocket for some cash. "So, the Adams Mark is next door, I've got a debit card and some cash, let's go have a drink somewhere quiet. I'd like to find out what this condition is."
Doll Face grabbed my elbow and lead me away. I looked back at Julie and the girls, shrugged and smiled, "Bye!" as I waved that quick good-bye wave. I almost blurted out Toodaloo like Doc Jennifer did on that episode of The Sopranos. My quiet giggle revealed my thoughts and Escort Buoy asked me had me so tickled. "Oh, nothing Toodles. So what's the condition?" He hesitated as he held the door to the hallway open.
"Well, I like to make this interesting. For $50, the condition is that whatever it is, you must describe it in three words."
I stopped dead in my tracks and shot him a sidelong glance. We were in a quiet hallway that lead out the back door to the parking lot. I smiled as I turned toward him. I reached each of my index fingers into his belt loops and started pushing him up against the wall. I wasn't sure if I should do this, but he seemed game and didn't put up a fight.
Once he was up against the wall, I leaned in and up on my tippy toes and whispered in his ear:
"Clean my house."
Formulaicly,
Kelley
Rack 'em up and shoot.