Beckey and I have spent the day at the beach being lazy. We’ve laid out, swam and after a couple of beers even napped some. Heading back to her house, we contemplate what this Saturday night has lying ahead. “So what do you feel like doing Jenny?” Beckey plops herself down on the couch grabbing for the jar of M&M’s.
“I don’t know! I kind of want to go out. But I don’t want to go somewhere too out of control. Maybe somewhere chill and within walking distance?”
Beckey laughs hard. “Not out of control? You know wherever we go we are bound to be just that. We are always OOC!” (OOC is our term for out of control).
“I know,” I say sighing in disappointment. “Are we justified since we always have fun?”
“Hell ya we are! Let’s get ready and walk to the place down the street. I haven’t been there in years, but last time I went it had good music and International beers!”
“Sounds perfect.” I begin to rummage through the bag of clothes I brought along. Why do I never seem to bring something cute? I always bring these dorky outfits instead. Oh well, that’s me I guess. “Casual or dressy?” I ask holding up a pair of sandals and tennis shoes.
“Well casual of course. You dance best when you wear your tennies!”
I crack up, knowing it’s probably not the best outfit to wear while on a man hunt, but she’s right. I do dance much better wearing my tennis shoes. “Remember in Peru when we went to that night club in our tennis shoes and I cut that dance floor up while you made out in the corner with the guy who spoke very little English?”
“Interestingly, I mostly remember the guy you danced with all night trying to rob us at the end!” I plop down on the couch next to her, laughing reaching for the M&M jar. “We were so out of control that night, but in a foreign country! Such fun!”
Beckey turns on some music while we get ready. Dancing around, applying makeup we somehow polish off quite a few beers. “Ready?” Beckey walks out in her typical style. A mini skirt, teeny tank top and platform sandals. Looking down at my too tight of jeans and tennis shoes I hardly feel up to par. Well guess I won’t be meeting a man tonight! I’m quite sure they will flock to Beckey instead. Shrugging my shoulders in disbelief at myself, again reply, “Totally! I’m perfectly buzzed for entering a new bar!”
“Can I see your ID’s ladies?” asks a rather large framed, tall guy guarding the door. He has a black collared shirt on and a baseball cap pulled down to below the center of his forehead. His stunning green eyes shine. He has the manly type of frame that could pick me up and swing me around if I wanted. Any man who could potentially pick me up gets a check on my list.
“Well anything for you sir,” I say flirtatiously. I’d love to be one of those girls who could run my hand through my hair, tossing it sexily over my shoulder. But instead my hand would get stuck and I’d be forced to have a fight with my hair in front of everyone. That would be hot. I’d finally yank my hand out to find my ring covered in brown curls.
“All right girls, inside you go.” The bouncer ushers us rather forcefully into the dark, crowded bar. What a lump that guy is! I glance over my shoulder wearing a scowl on my face but as I catch his eye he shyly smiles. Ooooh! Maybe I’ll be picked up and swung around after all!
“Two Pacifico’s please,” I say to the dreamy bartender. Where did Beckey go? She was right next to me while we squeezed our way to the bar. How could she have disappeared already? I look around frantically, spotting her leaning against the wall. She’s running her hand through her hair exactly the way I had dreamed of doing moments ago. She laughs throwing her head back, obviously teasing two young marines whom have already made their way to her.
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ChickLitI am your irregular witty, full of life, outrageously special girl who has spent my entire life looking for love in all the wrong places. I've dated nearly 50 men over the last eight years and yet had no luck in finding "the one". My book is the t...
