I indulged in a massive plate of nachos at a Mexican restaurant today. I decided it would be a brilliant idea after hiking Lions Head. For some, it is a questionable decision, but not for me. I love the outdoors and food, and I indulge in both regularly. Logically, they balance each other out.
This particular restaurant was humming with trade (lots of tequila and Mexican Cuisine). I struggled to find a seat and eventually contented myself at the bar. I was taken by the bookish-looking waitress who offered me a seat in her section. When told I told her that I was happy at the bar, she said “okay” and immediately forgot I existed. The barman seemed surprised that I ordered a bottle of still water. I guess it made me a singularity in an otherwise tequila-saturated habitat.
I contented myself with mobile and music until my food arrived and proceeded to wolf it down enthusiastically. As I finished, a well-dressed girl entered the restaurant and sat down at a table to my left and slightly behind me. She had the prettiest of pink shoes, stockings, and a frizzy red mane. She ordered a drink, and the waiter dropped it off along with a single set of cutlery … So she was alone!? It was like something out of a movie.
Did I make a move? No, why? I don’t know …
While bantering with a local on Lions Head today, I decided that from now onwards, I would only make advances on the women I find most attractive. Despite this bold statement, I left without talking to her, and now I sit here writing this story, wondering…