“And I asked him how he liked his women.”
“You did what?” she shrieks as she puts her hands over her eyes again. “Oh God, you really are going to get fired. Do you have to be so damn honest all the time?”
“Yeah, but I wanted to know the answer.”
She laughs. “So do I. What did he say?”
“He said he likes his women to be pure and wholesome with a side of dirty and slutty… but only for him.”
She bites her bottom lip as her eyes hold mine. “That’s kind of hot.”
“I know, right?”
We both sip our drinks as we think.
“Oh.” She smiles. “I met a pig.”
“You met a pig, as in oink oink pig?” I giggle.
“When I bought my ring.”
“Oh, show me your ring.”
She holds out her hand and shows me a gorgeous emerald ring. “I love it, I’m so glad you got it.”
“Me, too. But get this… I’m trying the ring on, when suddenly, this arrogant twat makes an offer on it.”
“What do you mean?”
“I had the ring on my finger and this weird, rude guy starts bidding for it.”
“While you were still looking at it?”
“Yep.”
“You’re joking?”
“Nope. So then I had to buy it just so he couldn’t.” She smiles as she looks down at her hand and wiggles her fingers. “Sucked in, Mr. Twinkle.”
“Twinkle?” I frown.
She rolls her eyes. “He calls himself Star.”
I laugh and put my hand over my mouth. “Are you for real?”
“Yes.” She frowns as she thinks. “It was weird, you know… I felt like I knew him somehow.”
“Did you?”
“No. We’ve never met. He was Irish, had a beautiful accent. Shame he was such a pig.”
We both laugh.
“Can I take your order, ladies?” the waiter asks.
“What are we having?” I ask her.
She opens the menu and smiles broadly. “Whatever the hell we want.”