Her friend shares a different point of view, "I think it's ridiculous,
you need a haircut."
"Okay, one quick touch, but I'm headed back to my friends right
now," I tell the girls. “I haven't seen them in years."
With my permission, the dancing hands shoot into my hair and with a
giant smile on her face she asks, "What's your name?"
"I'm Jason, you?""I'm Lacey.""I'm Mary, and I just want you to know, you look silly. I really think
we need to shave your head."
Stern voice. Innocent face. Hypnotic cleavage. The low cut shirt she
wore was designed to tempt every male eye that crossed its path. It
begged us to notice her, fight past her tests, and discover the truth of her
nature. Challenge accepted. "Well, this one is trouble. I think I need to
stay away from you two."
"No, no!" Lacey protests, "You should hang out with us.""Sorry," I reply. "I really do need to go rejoin my friends now. I'll
swing by later and say hello to you guys."
I have a few beers and catch up with some old comedian friends I
used to perform with back in the days I worked the NYC stand up circuit.
An hour passes and Mary walks by and greets me, "Hi, Jason!"
"Oh, hey Mary, this is my friend Adam. He is a pretty amazing guy.
He has to leave in a few minutes because he is meeting Oprah tomorrow