Your Eyes Were As Red As Your Dress – m4w – 23 (Flying J Travel Plaza)

It’s not often that a woman will aggressively pursue a man and when it does happen, it isn’t normally the type of woman who a man would like to be pursued by. Last night; however, I met a woman who seemed to be very taken with me. Why? I do not know.

After delivering a friend safely to her current place of residence at the end of a night of drinking, I set off toward home. I had a very dry mouth and a taste for some culture so I pulled off I-40 at Morgan Road. Looking around, I selected the Flying J as my pit stop because we share an initial. I parked my foreign car within sight of the door and went inside. After sighting the soda fountain, I poured my self a large Dr. Pepper and went to the check-out, thats when I noticed her. She was wearing a skimpy red dress and matching high heels, her jewelry looked as if it had been chosen randomly from a sale bin at Charlotte Russe. She was wearing a little too much make-up and leaning heavily against the door frame as if she were responsible for keeping it from collapsing.

I gave the clerk some money and ignored my change. My eyes were stuck on her as if my pupils were attached to hers by elastic bands. As I neared she said; “hey good-lookin” and her sultry voice reverberated down my ear canal, onto my ear drum, and into my cochlear nerve which carried it directly through my blood-brain barrier and into the temporal lobe brain where it ignited a chain reaction like a good hit of drugs. At this point I was close enough to notice that, though she was not older than thirty, she had lines around her mouth and smelled like a combination of stale cigarettes and the kind of perfume that says “inspired by” on the bottle and is most often purchased from the trunk of someones car. She looked tired, like she’d had a long night at a dance club (which would also explain why she was dressed as she was). She was asking me if I knew “where the party’s at” and if I wanted to “have a good time” with her.

Needless to say, I was both alarmed and intrigued by her very direct approach. Being that it was past 2:00am already, I replied that I regretfully did not know “where the party was at” and that I’d love to “have a good time with her” if she’d give me her number so we could set up a date. I knew immediately that I’d hurt my chances when she said; “whatever” and rolled her eyes. I continued to try to talk her up in an attempt to regain her interest. I was able to learn that she is trying to pay for college but “money is really tight right now” and that she just doesn’t know what she’ll do if she can’t find “someone to help”.

She said she had to go “to the bathroom” so I said that I’d wait, but I saw her approach a big guy in a flannel shirt and her body language toward him told me that I’d lost the game.

If you the woman I’ve described, please send me a message to tell me if I still have a chance. Tell me the color of your wig so I’ll know it’s you.

P.S. I noticed that you have some needle marks on your arm. This is a happy coincidence because I also have type one diabetes. If you want, I’ll show you some tricks on how to inject your insulin without leaving any mark at all.

P.P.S. Since you mentioned that you’re a broke college student, I thought you’d enjoy this joke:

After the college boy delivered the pizza to Bud’s trailer house, Bud asked, “What is the usual tip?”
“Well,” replied the youth, “this is my first trip here, but the other guys say if I get a quarter out of you, I’ll be doing great.”
“Is that so?” snorted Bud. “Well, just to show them how wrong they are, here’s five dollars.”
“Thanks,” replied the youth, “I’ll put this in my school fund.”
“What are you studying?” asked Bud.
The lad smiled and said, “Applied psychology.”

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