About a decade ago, I was out to eat with a few friends at an asian restaurant while on a road trip when the waitress walked up to our table. I was instantly taken aback. She wasn’t just pretty. She was hot. She was curvy, thick, great chest. Later I saw she had a terrific ass.
She did her usual introduction and took our drink orders. I was in one of those don’t-give-a-fuck moods because I was in a different city and knew I would never talk to her again. Or so I thought.
I started flirting and shooting my game. It was kind of working at first. Then she kept dropping by our table more and more, so we kept talking more and more. It turns out we randomly had some mutual friends in common from a city she used to live in years ago and then she said she was going to be running in a race the next day that one of my friends from that city was going to be running in also.
“Come by the race and cheer me one,” I remember her saying.