Since they are few and far between, we get snazzed up for Date Nights. This time I brushed my bangs straight and put on eyeliner; he found a cool tie and shaved his nice face. Champagne and dessert seemed like the way to go, and since it was late enough for the place to be clearing out, the cute waiter didn't mind. At all. In fact he was winking. A lot. Of course, with my cleavage and mascara, I thought it was me. But then I noticed the giggle next to me and when I said, "what?" he said,
"That waiter keeps winking at me."
"Really? 'Cause I thought he was winking at me."
"No, check it out when he brings the chocolate."
Sure enough, planting a parfait glass in front of us, he managed an artful, sweeping wink, including both of us in the flirt.
Here's to multitasking with elegance, to leaving the door open, and to the occasional preen.
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