Part XI
"Experience is what you get when......."
Tom finds a table near a window and with two fingers gives the busty waitress the sign that he wants his usual, two R.E.B. deluxe tacos and a large R.E.B. coffee. Tom picks up a copy of the local "current" rag magazine and turns immediately to the singles ads. He takes out his yellow marker and begins to highlight the most promissing of ads for him to call.
"What the hell, its free when you call from work", Tom chuckled to himself as he proceeded to highlight about a dozen ads.
Tom, being an investment banker, figured dating was a numbers game just like finances. Call thirty a week, get seven to eight call backs, line up two dates, get laid once every six months. Only Tom would describe what he did with the trolls that responded to his invitation for dates as "getting laid". In fact, Tom's friends would pretend not to notice or recognize Tom when by chance they ran into Tom and one of his creatures in public. Tom's excuse, "At least they're breathing".
Naber walked in at 6:25 a.m. wearing white slacks and a plaid jacket with four inch wide lapels.
"Naber you look like you just fell off a parade float", Nougie said laughing as he talked.
"Whats wrong with my clothes? Don Johnson on Miami Vice dresses like this"
Nougie covered his mouth with one hand so Naber could not see how much he was laughing.
"Listen Naber, Denice will be here any minute. I don't trust her. What ever she says, just nod your head and pretend to be interested but pay attention to my instructions. Understand?"
"No problem. Us brokers stick together. Hey check out the waitress with the headlights. I think I'm in love"
"Can I get you something", the waitress says as she approaches Naber.
"Yea baby, can I have some fries to go with that shake?" Naber points to the obvious area of his attention, smiles, and moves his eye-brows up and down as rapidly as possible.
"R.E.B. coffee for me honey", Naber finally says.
"Naber, you might have better luck with women if you would brush your teeth once in a while".
"Not to worry pal, I have breath spray" Naber whips out a small can of breath spray from the front pocket of his coat like he was drawing a gun from a holster.
Outside, a young women in a green blouse and a man wearing dark glasses, hat and a trenchcoat talk in earnest.
End of part XI. |
