My father has been my whole life an antiques and art collector. He enjoys that as a hobby. He has ended up with significant pieces because of his intuitive nature for what is good.
Today he asked for my help to transport a cache of recently acquired 1962 Kroehler furniture that he had purchased to an auction house to re-sell.
I single handedly engineered the placement of the furniture in the truck to ensure there would not be a second trip, while my father looked on wondering how all of this furniture would fit on his truck.
It fit. Furniture was delivered to the auction house where i met a colleague of his that will be helpful to me.
Anyway, while picking up the furniture, the selling representative happened to be in her early 30s, attractive, beautiful blue eyes, hair dyed darker and a bit spacy in personality.
she met me and her eyes got as big as dinner plates, she smiled and said 'HIIIIII!'
i had never seen this woman but am a pro and smiled and batted my eyes and said hello to her.
she looked at me and then realized that i was NOT the guy she had fucked last week.
LOL.
but she wouldn't stop looking at me or talking to me and i wouldn't be rude and enjoyed her conversation.
she even put on some great ass shaking, hip hop, club music and began dancing to it.
my uptight, white, conservative, republican, father gave her a look of 'BEHAVE' and she was briefly embarrassed and stopped until i told her ' I LOVE that song!!! ' and shook my hips and put my hands up for her dancing,
then she relaxed from my father's rebuke and got back to smiling at me and shaking her ass.
she seemed like she had had a crap go of it of late and was happy to feel like it was ok to get all flirty with a client's kid (me).
and that was great. I had as much fun as i could with with her and let her know this.
she left the meeting with a spring in her step and smile on her face and that was nice to see. she needed to feel a bit better about her day.
the fact that i wasn't the guy that she fucked last weekend was irrelevant. she felt better today in a moment because i enjoyed who she was. and she knew that i was not full of shit. i liked seeing her with a smile on her face and feeling like things were okay.
and i found it hilarious that by showing up to assist my father i would find that i was 'wanted' in my exile in the american midwest.
Today he asked for my help to transport a cache of recently acquired 1962 Kroehler furniture that he had purchased to an auction house to re-sell.
I single handedly engineered the placement of the furniture in the truck to ensure there would not be a second trip, while my father looked on wondering how all of this furniture would fit on his truck.
It fit. Furniture was delivered to the auction house where i met a colleague of his that will be helpful to me.
Anyway, while picking up the furniture, the selling representative happened to be in her early 30s, attractive, beautiful blue eyes, hair dyed darker and a bit spacy in personality.
she met me and her eyes got as big as dinner plates, she smiled and said 'HIIIIII!'
i had never seen this woman but am a pro and smiled and batted my eyes and said hello to her.
she looked at me and then realized that i was NOT the guy she had fucked last week.
LOL.
but she wouldn't stop looking at me or talking to me and i wouldn't be rude and enjoyed her conversation.
she even put on some great ass shaking, hip hop, club music and began dancing to it.
my uptight, white, conservative, republican, father gave her a look of 'BEHAVE' and she was briefly embarrassed and stopped until i told her ' I LOVE that song!!! ' and shook my hips and put my hands up for her dancing,
then she relaxed from my father's rebuke and got back to smiling at me and shaking her ass.
she seemed like she had had a crap go of it of late and was happy to feel like it was ok to get all flirty with a client's kid (me).
and that was great. I had as much fun as i could with with her and let her know this.
she left the meeting with a spring in her step and smile on her face and that was nice to see. she needed to feel a bit better about her day.
the fact that i wasn't the guy that she fucked last weekend was irrelevant. she felt better today in a moment because i enjoyed who she was. and she knew that i was not full of shit. i liked seeing her with a smile on her face and feeling like things were okay.
and i found it hilarious that by showing up to assist my father i would find that i was 'wanted' in my exile in the american midwest.