Last night, I met a woman at 22 Below who reminded me of my famous
writer girlfriend. I didn't zing this woman at 22 Below and say I
wasn't sure if her ring was a class ring or a wedding ring. Diamond
didn't have cut or clarity. Husband right across a network of round
tables pulled together for the nonce. On the porch, I chatted up a
woman smoking who blew her smoke straight up into the air, a woman
retrieved home to Grand Haven to visit friends, family for holidays.
She claimed to be from Florida and Tennessee and decided on Tennessee.
So I asked her "Are you from Tennessee" "Why" she asked. "Because
you're the only ten I see." She liked the joke but advised me to not
use it in Tennessee. I didn't ask her if she were from Jamaica. She
was cool to my attention first until I demanded to know, "You look
like a woman from Chicago. What are you doing here" She started to ask
me good questions about my intimate knowledge of East Tennessee when
the new guy in my entourage tapped me announcing we were leaving. I
think I saw Miss B pout. It didn't occur to me then that I was driving
this party home. So I didn't get to ask her if she would be my biscuit
baking baby from Bristol, Tennessee. It's a song I heard in
Jonesbourough, folks. New guy in entourage offered to make it up to
me. He called dibs on shotgun. Must communicate through alpha girl in
the entourage that I am rainbow friendly but decidely not rainbow and
have no interest in being crossed, thank you very much. Should have
talked to woman holding the lemon drop shot who I caught staring at me
and who beamed back when I did. She had a glass of ice water in her
right hand and she really wasn't a southpaw. When I was chatting with
a woman and friend who bartends at the Eagles club, I felt a softness
against bottom of my derriere. Lemon drop woman had backed that you
know what up nice and close and snug, maybe in error Later, I saw her
sitting chastely in a tall legged chair. Earlier, at Theater Bar, I chatted with a woman who no longer worked
for the Harbor Restaurants and was rocking out to Chris Weiser,
returned to Weiser Wednesdays. How could she look like such a nineteen
year old nubile and still claim alumni status from the waitress staff
All the rest of the women were buzzing ZB on the cheek, the alpha guy
in the entourage, whom tagged me as I was departing TB after savoring
a Founder's IPA full of hoppy happiness. I once savored wine at TB and
now do beer as wine is 8 & microbrew is 4. I stayed because alpha
girl and the bar owners best friend both offered to ply me with drinks
on their tab Ordered a dollar PBR as a placeholder drink. I've poured
at least a grand of cocktails into alpha girl's glass since I met her
December last year so to have the equation reverse itself was too
much. Best friend grabbed my leather wallet and squashed it in his
paw, then gave it back. Nice way to tell me my money was no good. Met waitress at Eagle Inn who was thrille when I grabbed a menu and
gushed about dollar taco tuesday, lovely woman, enthusiastic about her
job. In Portland, I wanted to pump gas and woman on the intercom had a
handsome and resonant voice. Inside, I met Shadoe, whol said when I
complimented her voice and her name, "What darkness lurks in the
hearts of men Only the Shadow knows" Someone has been listening to old
time radio with grandpa. This woman with lovely blue eyes said hello to me outside the entrance
of the Library of Michigan and it occurred to me that Doctrow probably
had no trouble putting in extra hours at the New York Public Library
while writing Billy Bathgate. I had a good time teasing a woman
purchasing a State of Michigan flag set for her desk. Later that day, I met a woman dressed in red satin who brought me two
cocktails. Her companion in green satin I complimented for wearing the
neglected Christmas color, a jest she gave a chuckle. One woman in the
bar, only twenty-four and a mother of two, helped a 32 year old woman
get a car, land a job, divorce a husband and move into the house she
shared with her 38 year old husband. Imagine your own plot points. Her
partner was finishing a degree in biology at UM Flint and had saved
English classes for last because they were hard. One woman loved the
songs of Shakira, foremost Hips Don't Lie. One woman named Catalina
knew about the dressing but didn't know about the island nor the
swimsuit. One woman told me about her workout routine with her yoga
ball. She was twenty seven years old and she worked out everyday for
three hours. Earlier, I chatted with a staffer at Project Traction in downtown
Lansing just before she strolled off for luncheon. She strolled off as
truck delivered a handtruck of eggs to the mission next door. I
thought she could be the Marlo Thomas of Lansing, but decidely not the
Rhoda. HULU if you must but keep up. I haven't talked at all about the 31 year old mother of four who had
paid for her house as a contract carrier for the town newspaper,
bringing her children along in the van. Every time she started
college, she concieved. When the local paper changed the terms, she
started a career in bookselling. I talk to men too, but the talks are not so rich.
writer girlfriend. I didn't zing this woman at 22 Below and say I
wasn't sure if her ring was a class ring or a wedding ring. Diamond
didn't have cut or clarity. Husband right across a network of round
tables pulled together for the nonce. On the porch, I chatted up a
woman smoking who blew her smoke straight up into the air, a woman
retrieved home to Grand Haven to visit friends, family for holidays.
She claimed to be from Florida and Tennessee and decided on Tennessee.
So I asked her "Are you from Tennessee" "Why" she asked. "Because
you're the only ten I see." She liked the joke but advised me to not
use it in Tennessee. I didn't ask her if she were from Jamaica. She
was cool to my attention first until I demanded to know, "You look
like a woman from Chicago. What are you doing here" She started to ask
me good questions about my intimate knowledge of East Tennessee when
the new guy in my entourage tapped me announcing we were leaving. I
think I saw Miss B pout. It didn't occur to me then that I was driving
this party home. So I didn't get to ask her if she would be my biscuit
baking baby from Bristol, Tennessee. It's a song I heard in
Jonesbourough, folks. New guy in entourage offered to make it up to
me. He called dibs on shotgun. Must communicate through alpha girl in
the entourage that I am rainbow friendly but decidely not rainbow and
have no interest in being crossed, thank you very much. Should have
talked to woman holding the lemon drop shot who I caught staring at me
and who beamed back when I did. She had a glass of ice water in her
right hand and she really wasn't a southpaw. When I was chatting with
a woman and friend who bartends at the Eagles club, I felt a softness
against bottom of my derriere. Lemon drop woman had backed that you
know what up nice and close and snug, maybe in error Later, I saw her
sitting chastely in a tall legged chair. Earlier, at Theater Bar, I chatted with a woman who no longer worked
for the Harbor Restaurants and was rocking out to Chris Weiser,
returned to Weiser Wednesdays. How could she look like such a nineteen
year old nubile and still claim alumni status from the waitress staff
All the rest of the women were buzzing ZB on the cheek, the alpha guy
in the entourage, whom tagged me as I was departing TB after savoring
a Founder's IPA full of hoppy happiness. I once savored wine at TB and
now do beer as wine is 8 & microbrew is 4. I stayed because alpha
girl and the bar owners best friend both offered to ply me with drinks
on their tab Ordered a dollar PBR as a placeholder drink. I've poured
at least a grand of cocktails into alpha girl's glass since I met her
December last year so to have the equation reverse itself was too
much. Best friend grabbed my leather wallet and squashed it in his
paw, then gave it back. Nice way to tell me my money was no good. Met waitress at Eagle Inn who was thrille when I grabbed a menu and
gushed about dollar taco tuesday, lovely woman, enthusiastic about her
job. In Portland, I wanted to pump gas and woman on the intercom had a
handsome and resonant voice. Inside, I met Shadoe, whol said when I
complimented her voice and her name, "What darkness lurks in the
hearts of men Only the Shadow knows" Someone has been listening to old
time radio with grandpa. This woman with lovely blue eyes said hello to me outside the entrance
of the Library of Michigan and it occurred to me that Doctrow probably
had no trouble putting in extra hours at the New York Public Library
while writing Billy Bathgate. I had a good time teasing a woman
purchasing a State of Michigan flag set for her desk. Later that day, I met a woman dressed in red satin who brought me two
cocktails. Her companion in green satin I complimented for wearing the
neglected Christmas color, a jest she gave a chuckle. One woman in the
bar, only twenty-four and a mother of two, helped a 32 year old woman
get a car, land a job, divorce a husband and move into the house she
shared with her 38 year old husband. Imagine your own plot points. Her
partner was finishing a degree in biology at UM Flint and had saved
English classes for last because they were hard. One woman loved the
songs of Shakira, foremost Hips Don't Lie. One woman named Catalina
knew about the dressing but didn't know about the island nor the
swimsuit. One woman told me about her workout routine with her yoga
ball. She was twenty seven years old and she worked out everyday for
three hours. Earlier, I chatted with a staffer at Project Traction in downtown
Lansing just before she strolled off for luncheon. She strolled off as
truck delivered a handtruck of eggs to the mission next door. I
thought she could be the Marlo Thomas of Lansing, but decidely not the
Rhoda. HULU if you must but keep up. I haven't talked at all about the 31 year old mother of four who had
paid for her house as a contract carrier for the town newspaper,
bringing her children along in the van. Every time she started
college, she concieved. When the local paper changed the terms, she
started a career in bookselling. I talk to men too, but the talks are not so rich.
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