The day has started out very dry and bland, a few clouds in the sky. Some birds flying by. A couple of squirrels running over the hills and up the tree trunks to get back home.
I've had a few lovely ladies stop and look at my rose stand, but once they've read my conditions they nod and just walk on by. Which I do appreciate, you can never determine the real or fake these days and with the fact they nod. Means either, they're not interested in general or they do have a partner. I do have a quick eye, and sometimes there's no jewellery, there's nothing. But they walk on by.
My friend Cayde walks up to me, raising his hand for a high five which I gladly deliver back to him without hesitation.
"My man Ross, how's it going?" I laugh and just lean against my table gently not to tip it.
"It's going great man, just causally waiting for those ladies to come walking up" he looks at me, quickly walks to the front and reads my stands sign. He shuts his eyes and sighs.
"Mate, we talked about this. It's a waste of time and your life, I can't believe you actually went through with this and bought 12 roses. You know girls love roses" I nod, completely agreeing with him on that fact.
"Oh aye, I know that bud. But you know me, I can tell when someone is interested in what they see or are just looking for something other than what they portray" he nods sighing.
"I don't know why you do this man, I'd just take any girl of the street and flirt a little bit and if she takes the bait, take her home and give her a good ride, you know. Have some fun before you actually find someone and settle down. I mean-" he laughs looking about.
"You know me Ross. I ain't planning on settling, I just wanna have fun" again, I nod. He's right.
"Yeah, but I'm not you Cayde" he nods raising his hands in surrender.
"Alright, man. I'll be back in a bit with some food for ya. You don't wanna miss your first real fake target" we laugh as he departs the area.
"Well hello there handsome" I turn to see a red headed young girl. She was wearing a tight short beige top, practically sleeveless. She had a short denim shorts, the shorts front pockets were hanging from the front part of the material. And she also had like 4" heels on, pure red like her hair.
The worst part that caught my eyes immediately, her hair was plated lovely and hanging down her shoulder, her face chock a block full of makeup. Bright red lips and black mascara.
As she leaned against the table, both her arms went in-front of her, pushing her chest together. She was attempting to emphasise her size. Which was okay.
"Hunny, I ain't here for you to try and seduce me and get me to take you home for a night of fucking, I am 100% seriously about this shit! Also, I don't think your husband would appreciate you trying to get with another man, I mean, I'm sure he paid a pretty price for THAT little number" the ring she had on her petite finger seemed like a 24C gold band.
She was gobsmacked that she got rejected, she lifted herself and looked about wondering if I might have embarrassed her.
Unfortunately, I didn't.
"Well then, your missing out on an amazing blowjob, they're mind blowing" I laugh gently.
"Sweetie, my dick is two big for that small mouth of yours, go back to your pinkie sized dick, I mean...why else would he spend so much money on a ring. He needs a reason to keep you, doesn't he?" She squealed and hurried away from the scene.
I hate girls like her, this is mainly the reason I'm doing this shit...
The main ordeal behind this idea, each girl that attempts to try and come over and get me, is one rose down.
1 rose down, 11 to go.
