Cinderella

One evening my girlfriend and I put on our little black dresses and went to the opening of a restaurant at a swanky new resort called the Montelucia.  It was one of those Spring nights when the weather is magical and you can feel the breeze and smell the oranges.  The setting was like a Moroccon fairy tale with sweeping Mediterranean villas and Tuscan scenery.  The crowd… was not.  Neither was the food, because there was none. 

My friend and I found a table and were happy just people watching  when a much older man who said he was 60-years old but looked more like 70-years old came over and bought us drinks.  He began telling me about his fiance.  I asked him, "the one that is on that guy's lap."  He said, "she just pulled out her booby for him."  My friend went to talk to a friend of her dad’s and I was left alone to continue listening to the older man talk about his fiance’s love of exposing herself to men, as though it was a little gift she gave them, and old man loved it.  I'm disgusted, but like a bad train wreck, curious. 

The 42-year old fiance comes over, dreamy eyed at her old man.  I say, "he says great things about you."  I don't mention the graphic descriptions of their intimate life.  The fiancé then calls over the photographer of a local glossy magazine and tells him she wants to take nudey pictures.  The photographer and the fiancé walk around the corner and thankfully I don’t see what the photogs lens captured.  Old man is proud.  He was literally beaming...

The conversation then turns to me "joining" them, so I say my goodbyes and join my friend and her dad's friends.  We all decide enough is enough with no food at the restaurant opening, so we go to another restaurant to actually eat.  My friend, her dad’s friend and his friend and I, wow that’s a mouthful to explain, finally eat.  I sit next to my friend’s dad’s friend’s friend.  I wasn't even trying, just nodding and dying to be done to go home, when the second older man of the night tells me that he is a born again Christian and tells me I am fascinating and he wants me to start being his plus one for events.  He says he's “so fired up” about meeting me, “in God's presence,” that he can't sleep.  I say it's a school night, it's midnight, and like Cinderella, I must run, RUN, to my car and go home.  Thankfully it didn't turn into a pumpkin!