So...you remember the graffiti thing?......she wasn't having any of that.
Me (played by me of course)
I'm gonna write something on your ass O.K.?
What?...Are you joking?
**feeling an odd gaze come upon me like I'm some kinda secret FREAK...**
"Nah..I was just messing with you..I would never actually write ON a girls body...shit....wow....right? Duh...noperz...neverz"
(fuckin woopz...some chickz are down for whatever and others...not......not down for whatevers..this would be a "not"...but I'm a soldier and made it work without much fuss which is to say I just scribbled something on a notepad very fucking quickly and said I wanted to get a pic of the lotion without saying I had done the same Valentines Day love package with another girl... with the same lotion AND SHE LET ME WRITE ON HER!!!!.....nah I just took what I could and scraped the freak dust off me)
Massage, sex, bath,sex
Earlier in the day.... (The story in the story)
Went to the same flower shop as last year...I'm with another girl and the guy remembers me and so does his wife...they own the shop and he has this odd Japanese hipster jazz goatee and che' hat. His wife asks what I'm going to do?....Do I need the flowers nicely wrapped?
(She knows the answer...she remembers me...why does she ask?)
"Nah, just rough wrap em'...I'm gonna peel off the petals and sprinkle them on a bubble bath for Princess over here"
She smiles and looks over at her husband with a pause....
I'm imagining now...kinda telepathic paraphrasing right here:
iiii ne....I'm married to a florist and he.....never did THAT!!
An odd moment descended where our presence was almost irrelevant ..she was scrunching the newspaper which are from...Brazil?.....slowly around the flowers as she watched her husband and wrapped the flowers at the same time... until a cute young woman walked into the shop and he saw his chance to escape and he took off...escaped.
It all came together right then.
Last year when I had come, the girl I was with entered about 10 seconds before me as I was getting a drink...by the time I had gotten in he was all over her with his faux suave' beatnik shit and as soon as he realized she was with me he called out to his wife and told her...TOLD HER to take care of us...I realized his game.
Most men don't....well lets just say that on an average day most customers at flower shops are women of various ages getting flowers for various reasons. He uses it as a little trap to chat up girls right in front of his wife. I could see clearly the misery this women...attractive herself was putting up with so I told her then....while her husband was taking care of the young woman that I was going to use the rose petals as confetti to sprinkle over a bubble bath so I didn't need fancy wrapping... because I have grander plans. She looked dazed and the other young woman (customer) asked the girl I was with for clarification in Japanese and they were all with the
Mr Shitty husband was ignoring the whole thing as he held the receipt out...while the young woman customer (ignoring her own receipt in his stretched out hand) and his wife continued to marvel at the romantic idea. He was fuming....gee Mr Florist...never thought of THAT? Never treated your own wife like a Princess? You OWN A FUCKING FLOWER SHOP Rico Suave!!
So this year SHE used me as a reminder to him that however he acts around others and whatever they think about him...she knows......she knows. I was a prop in her miserable play...and I'm glad I could be of some service
Happy Valentines Day.