Girl from Audi
I went to the liquor store to get a bottle of wine; I wanted to make a great spring day even better. The pavements were covered with puddles from the yesterday’s rain, and I probably looked like a happy idiot jumping straight into them or running around.
As I was approaching a supermarket, I jumped over another puddle and was almost hit by an Audi which was parking nearby. I could see the blonde behind the wheel curse me in all sorts of ways. Thinking about banning blondes from urban traffic completely, I entered the store.
I took the plastic glasses, and some cheese, and approached the wine shelves. Here she was, the blonde driver, putting a bottle into her tray:
- Lady, do you realize that taking this wine is dangerous for your health?
- Why, what’s the matter? Do you know me?
- In fact, Chianti of year 2003 does not match the cheeses you have already taken. You may end up with your complexion getting close to the dor blue color in your tray.
I noticed she was thrilled a bit and looked interested, so I went on:
- As for knowing each other, we have actually met, and I guess we have wished each other all the tortures of hell. I’m that idiot who was jumping around puddles messing with your parking process.
- I’m Serge (extending my arm).
- I’m Alla.
- Got plans for tonight?
- Not really, just wanted some wine to watch a movie at my place.
- It’s perfect. No, not the fact that such a beautiful girl like you will sit alone in sadness and blue (pulling a suffering face). I mean, it’s perfect that we have met. Why don’t we go to see some sights of the city as the sun will be setting? If you allow me, I will choose the wine myself.
- Do you know a lot about wines?
- If that’s what they teach at a sommelier school, yes.
- Okay, but I’ve got to change clothes and leave the car, so I gotta get home for a while.
- Sure, I don’t mind going with you if you give me a cup of tea.
- You’re fast.
- That’s what you said, I don’t think so.
After we got in the car:
- I haven’t seen anybody enjoy life so much. Do you often jump around puddles like that?
- You know, when you know something really close, you get to love it somehow. Crawl around for a while, and you’re a puddle fan!
We got to her place. She lived alone. She made me some tea, but she took her time changing the clothes, so I had to finish my tea after it got cold.
February 20th, 2008 - Posted in Seduction and debauchery | |
