Tonight I went to dinner. I was out at fine dining restaurant. [I got my baby-back, baby-back, baby-back ribs...] I felt like the queen I should feel like. I walked in the door and they led me to a table that they must have set aside in case I walked in. The table was a perfect fit for my entourage (cough…my family).
I sat down and a sweet young waiter came to the table and asked me if I wanted to order drinks. This is when I knew he was in love with me. I ordered my diet coke and Jack Daniels. Then he handed me extra napkins. He nodded his head, which was a sign that he wanted me.
I felt sorry for the rest of my entourage. The sexual chemistry was out of control. Many times throughout the meal he kept asking if I wanted a refill on my water. He would make eye contact with me and smile every time he would refill my beverage. Once he asked me if I wanted more Jack and Coke.
His blooming love concerned me. I didn’t want him to feel mislead as I ordered fajitas and ate them. I knew he was watching me take each bite and thinking of me biting into him. That dirty waiter.
Then at the end of our meal he asked me if I wanted dessert. We all know what that means. I told him no thank you. He winked and said, can I get you anything else? I blushed and said no thanks. He then drew a smile on my check…he totally wanted to bang me in the back.
This is what it is like to be Becca, lady of Lady or Not…Here I Come. Sigh. I can’t go anywhere without people hitting on me. Sigh. It sucks. Oh the whore…I mean the horror!
Lady or Not…Here I Come!