At this point I’m 99.9% sure you don’t even have a dog.. But every day you show up in pink shorts, unfold your lawn chair by the urine soaked grass, romantic love novel in hand and bask your gray hairy chest in the sun.
In order –
“He’s damaged goods.”
“I’m going to shoot you.”
” Are you eating sand again? Spit it out.”
” You’ve been taking to many Viagra.”
Heading off to work in her m3 convertible. Casual business attire, dirty blonde hair. Light turns red, applies mascara in rear view mirror. Light turns green, done in time. Traffic moves slowly..applies lipstick.. traffic slows to a halt. Barley paying attention..breaks..lip stick up the side of her cheek. Spends the next two red lights whipping cheek with a paper napkin. Priceless. As good a morning coffee.
Cycling laps around the reservoir. Cheetah print biker shorts, teal tank top and 3 inch deep leg and back hair. Mega headphones on with music blasting. Smile from ear to ear. Priceless.
He is in his mid 60’s. He on the shorter side, a little chubby..Short white/gray hair. Always wears a dark grey suit and black sunglasses (even inside the restaurant he wears his sunglasses) He’s wife..I think she is his wife anyways is in her mid to late 30’s. Tall, pretty, dark brown hair, always pulled back and she wears tasteful women’s business suits. They never come together. He always arrives before her. He waits for her to pick the table. She always kisses him on the head and caresses his neck. Minimal conversation..always order the same thing.. buffalo mozzarella arugula prosciutto salad…after there meal they order espresso..she puts the suger into his coffee and will stir it for him and then he drinks it ..they say thank you very much and go on there way