So, I get up Sunday morning, feeling good as I normally do, the first night we roll the clocks back. Wife's in the bed sleeping, but son is WIDE-AWAKE, so he and I go into the den and play "trucks".

After banging around on these old knees with him, pushing our two Escalades around, I get up, and he continues to play. I didn't eat the night before, and in my gut, it's already 10:22 AM, even though it's only 9:22 thanks to daylight saving time.

I didn't feel like cooking, I didn't want Sonic, Mickey D's, or BK for breakfast, so I decide to go to Popeye's and get us all something to eat. Little man and I get in the truck, and we motor off to Popeyes on 15th & Custer.

And what to my wandering eyes would appear? This sexy-sister in black spandex pants, and a cropped white top... She's walking (WALKING) through the parking lot between Blockbuster & Popeye's. This woman had the sexiest body I have ever seen; period. I mean, everything looked good on this girl... From the hair on her head right down to the ankles.I guess she had been jogging or something, I dunno why she was so scantily clad with the air being as nippy as it was yesterday morning (53) The only way that could have been comfortable, is if she had been jogging.

So, anyhoo, as I rolled up in the $1.50, I slowed down to take in her booty, er, I mean, beauty... As I began making the turn into the drive through, she looked back at me, and we made eye contact. She didn't break and I didn't break, and in that instant, a friend of mine said, "Ask her if she needs a ride" but my other friend (my brain) said, "Fool, don't you say anything to that girl..." So, I went on around- and sure enough, the automated message came on. I sat for about 3 minutes (That Popeye's is NOTORIOUSLY slow, and borderline ill-mannered). SO, I pulled up, and no one was in there, even though the lights were on, and cars in the parking lot.

My buddy said, "You ought to make a left and head towards Alma and see if you see her" my brain was like, "You need to turn right, and carry your @** home, besides, your son is in the truck". I turned left.

I got close and there she was, still walking, still looking magically delicious... My "friend" said, "You gonna ask her if she needs a ride, or what?" My conscious was like, "How would you like it if your wife picked up some young-buck and gave him a ride, in YOUR truck."

Damn! That would **** me off!! Damn conscientious conscious!

So I passed on by, got another look, and drove on to Jack in the Box... Never to see that beautiful body again...

Man, I haven't approached or flirted with another woman since I met my wife in 1993, and the streak is still alive. But, seeing this 11 on a 10 scale yesterday, and the way her body was shaped, and the sway of those hips were absolutely intoxicating... It was a real struggle for me "mentally" not to say something to this hottie yesterday. It's hard to tell if eye contact means anything, but I got a good vibe from it.

Temptation = Spandex, a perfect rear, and a slight stare for me.
The Devil had on black Spandex yesterday, in front of Popeye's, at 9:35 AM...

Me = 1
Devil = 0

 

Man, she was just looking at the truck! Controll yourself!

 

You gotta use what you got... Even if it's the truck!

 

All the time I'm reading this, I'm thinking... Why didn't Hersh consider Jack in the Box before Popeyes?...

#14 value meal breakfast at Jack in the Box rocks.

 

Ain't it the truth!

 

Nah the kid in the front seat not him...

His wife must be really rationing off the goodies if he is that desperate at 10 am.

 

I'm a man, I'm desperate 24 x 7.
Beign Married over 7 years only intensifies the desperation!

 

Come on Hersh, own up. You know that hottie was peeping your son, and not your old ****!

 

Hersh, you know the rules man:

 

Dang, and I had a digital camera in the car too! My cell phone! Ahhhhh!

Hey, babies help you get the babes too! I need to take him, and go to the mall... Women love him, and if they have big uns, and they're somewhat exposed (cleavage) they'd better watch out. My son will go down in there and try to get one out. He did the preacher's wife, at church one day...
It was quite embarrassing, yet- I could not turn away, or try to stop him immediately. (PS: She was a 10 too). The ladies seem to get a kick out of it, talking about, "There's no milk in there..." or, "You are a naughty little boy" THe whole time I'm thinking, "His daddy is a naughty boy too..."

That's my boy!

 

Ya B/H it doesn't matter if you've been married for 10 years or a 100 it is still nice to get a "connection". I was at a BK a couple of weeks ago standing in line and made a joke to "Barb" a late twenties babe with a really cute face standing behind the counter. When she laughed her face lit up like a Christmas tree and we made eye contact. I went baack a couple of weeks later and I could feel the vibe between us. But I've been married for 25 years and if my wife thought I was fooling around she'd rip my ba!!s off, end of story. Still it's nice to be 51 and think you may still have "it".

 

you know the ball is back in the devils court and the return hit is going to be even hotter. My money is on the devil