Yeah, She’s Sexy

So the other day my redhead and I went out to Ruby Tuesday’s. (Try the peppercorn steak, it’s wonderful.)

Because it was a date night, my redhead decided to raise my blood pressure a little: She poured herself into her tightest jeans; put on her low-cut, lace up shirt (my favorite); black spike heels and heavy makeup (think Donna Mills in the 80’s). Man she looked hot.

So we got to the restaurant, enjoyed our dinner and a couple merlots, paid the bill and got ready to leave. Since the Denali was a little far from the door I told her I would get it and spare her the walk. She sat down on a bench by the door to wait. As I walked away I took a look back at her. She looked HAWT.

I walked out to the truck and pulled around to get her. She was grinning from ear to ear. She gets into the truck and points to two young guys—probably in their late teens to early 20’s “See those guys?”

“Yeah”

“The one on the left just walked by me and said, ‘I’m lovin’ you beautiful.’”

I didn’t know whether to run him down or yell “yeah, she’s mine, sucker.”

She’s still smiling.