Yesterday I sat at a counter with a glass of wine. Not a wine bar, a nice girly place. Not my first time there. A woman walks up and asks if I minded if she took the seat beside me. After ordering she asked if I came there often. I looked at her and told her I was there to get laid, but she wasn't my type. What was my type?, she asked. I looked around the room and pointed to a young thing, movie star looks, nice clothes, nice purse. That one, I said. She looked at me and said under her breath, good luck with that.

I finished my drink, waited for the girl to get up and I followed her outside. She called for her car, a Range Rover. I took her plate and went to get my car. She drove into a gated neighborhood, I couldn't follow, so I went back to girly restaurant and sat beside the woman. You'll do, let's go and we went to her place and got laid.