The lady at the front desk
despite being a little hausfrauish, is erudite and well spoken, capable of intelligent discourse on any number of subjects. A pleasure to speak with.
Contrast that to the hostess at the steakhouse, dressed to the nines in a short black dress with legs which seemed to go on forever. I had been there two nights previous with a co-worker; tonight she asked where he was.
“My colleague has gone off to visit his family for the evening”
“Your what?”
“My colleague”
“Ah.”
Several minutes later, after seating me, she furtively glances around and sits at the chair next to me at the table. “Excuse me” she whispers “Does colleague mean boyfriend?”
“No. Not even a little bit”
“Oh. When I saw you in here the other night it looked like you were a couple”
“Not even remotely. He his my colleague. He works with me, and I with him. We never see one another naked, or even kiss”
“Oh”
she leaves and the waitress comes to take my order.
Later, she returns. “Is he married?”
Crikey, now I’m a dating service for women who not only think I’m gay but want me to hook them up with my co-workers.
“he has a girlfriend. They live together. I’m pretty sure it’s a committed relationship. He will no doubt be back in town and you can ask him yourself”
she smiles. “You’re sweet. This is my phone number (She hands me a card) Give it to him when you see him”
I think i will, too. Just to be a dick.
Pity she didn’t have the brains of the girl at the front desk, to go along with the looks. Sheesh.
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Like they say – you can’t fix stupid..
Brains and looks. Rarely occur in the same package. If they do, don’t let them go.
A few weeks back Jay Dobyns did a presentation at our local university for their Criminal Justice Career Day and since it was open to the public my buddy and I attended. Afterward we were talking with Jay and a female ex-ATF agent who was there, they were hungry so we accompanied them to some local restaurant/bars (the kitchen closed early at our first choice) and just basically hung out the rest of the night. Students who had been at the presentation occasionally stopped to talk and were very polite…and then there was this one attractive young brunette.
Apparently this young woman didn’t value herself much above being a warm location for men to dump their extra electrolytes. She had absolutely zero respect for the fact that Jay repeatedly told her he was married and not at all interested in having sex with her…in fact, she seemed to be downright offended that he had the nerve to turn her down. She not only wanted him to have sex with her, she kept saying he should dump his wife and move her in so she could service him and basically be his maid. It was downright pathetic and Jay couldn’t wait to finish up at that bar and go somewhere else, not that I blame him. I know the job market for college grads is tough out there but I didn’t know it was that tough!
Diane, the ex-ATF agent that was there, was twice this girls age (and admittedly an attractive lady) but was also intelligent, classy and an absolutely joy to converse with as was her brother who was along. I was happier TALKING with either of them or Jay than risking my health with some trashy gutterslut like the one we had shrugged off at the other bar. Guys who visit wonder why I’m not out there taking advantage of the heavily female population of the University here…all you need to do is talk to them for five minutes to find out why.
The Kardashianization of the Nation!
Does that mean you’re gay? HA!
“The Kardashianization of the Nation!” Damn, that sounds like a nasty sinus infection…or worse!!
Ya know the older you get, the more a woman with brains trumps attractive airhead every time (unless you are having a bad case of the stupids, brought on by too many tequila shots….)
Give me a gal with a shy smile, and a sharp mind…oh wait, I already have one!! How in the hell did I get so lucky.
I’ve never been interested in what people consider “Conventional” beauty. Oh, sure, it’s nice to look at, but it’s also fleeting. The beauty that someone holds inside is what I usually see, and it’s almost invariably rock solid, and good for your soul, where the other kind is just kind to your eyes, temporarily.
Like they say: “Eventually, you’ll want to TALK to her.”
Won the lottery and married a smart, kind and also attractive gal. But when I was in college, where were these girls? Ah, right- I went to Purdue.
Hey, I was 40 before I found the perfect combination of beauty and brains. National Honor Society and could have been a prom queen in high school. (She would have gotten my vote, anyway.)
Unfortunately, she tends to vote Democrat, but at 40 I figured that was a minor issue; at least I’d cancel her out at the ballot box.
Only problem is that she doesn’t care for guns, but, being pragmatic, she’d still probably load mags for me in a firefight. And you can’t ask for much better than that.
The beauty that someone holds inside is what I usually see, and it’s almost invariably rock solid, and good for your soul, where the other kind is just kind to your eyes, temporarily.
That is very wise.
Wait, she thought you were gay?
This is not the first time that has happened.
http://neanderpundit.com/?p=4302
Knox: I won that same lotto.
“Wait, she thought you were gay? ”
….yeahbut…
She also thought your friend was gay. And still wanted to hook up with him.
How does that work?
Og- Not a day goes by that I don’t thank my lucky stars.
She was hitting on you…
Heh…
I have quite a bit of sympathy for mentally challenged women. They’re the only ones who will bed me. Like the girl I thought was retarded. Felt bad about that for days until someone told me she only had cerebral palsy. Whew!
Tons of things running through my mind but first off… that girl/hostess doesn’t need to do much. Unfortunately, there are men out there who need stupid women like that.
It’s called due diligence. That’s all she was doing — making sure of your colleague’s home situation and preference in genitals before asking you to be her messenger.
Either that or her hostess job doesn’t pay enough and you two looked more like johns than police.