You just know she calls him Daddy in bed...

I am not the person you want behind you at dinner. I'm in a crowded restaurant, sure, but I'm also in my element. I'm smack dab in the middle of, hip deep in, swimming in eavesdropping and speculating opportunities. I have one captivating couple to my left and one to my right. Don't leave out the threesome of friends on one side and the freshly dating on the other. Let us not neglect the bartenders, cooks, bus boys and wait staff. Whew.

We went to dinner last night for our anniversary. The meal started off a bit rusty-like as they weren't prepared for gluten free questions/more questions or an order. But that is neither here nor there. We had the loud guy at the bar whose voice cut through everything. And I mean everything. Truly, I wanted to go stick my boot in his mouth but I love my boots, so I didn't. In front of us, we had the large Reubenesque woman with a cascade of chocolate hair and small fashionable glasses. She had no bra on and each of her breasts were larger than my head. I'm not kidding. I made a point of discreetly pointing her out to the man who then after a moment's perusal said, "No bra but a second shirt under". Hmm. How did I miss that? She liked for the guy she was with to treat her like a lady. He pulled out her chair, touched her neck, stood when she came and went. Good for her.

The freshly dating ones were still so new to each other that she blushed when he touched her but she kept giving him reason to touch her more. He caught my eye once and smiled and so did she. Cute.

We were wrapping up jerk wings and my second wine when "Marilyn" came in. I simply call her that because she was a breathy petite blond who oozed sexuality. Every gesture, ever word, every lean in, whisper, coo and flip of the hair was a carefully orchestrated sexual dance. She came in with an older Marine. I know he was a Marine because he had a hat that said MARINE. A staggeringly white shiny cap with all the braids and bells and whistles. My guess is he was high up, retired and absoultely a no bullshit person. He walked like a rod had been implanted along his spine and he smiled at her with an understated kind of adoration,probably thinking she was as cute as a bug and the fact that she could suck the chrome of a trailer hitch (I'm just guessing) probably didn't hurt any.

I turned to the man, finished off my wine, leaned in and said, "You just know she calls him Daddy in bed."

He grinned at me. "Gee, ya think?"

And there she sat, whispering in his ear, mouth forming dramatic, pouty words to puff across his cheek. She found every reason to purse her lips, stick out her tongue (just a touch) etc, etc, etc. Rest assured, you'll see "Marilyn" in a story.

So then we went home. He caught me upstairs changing. Did one of those sneaky 14-years-married maneuvers where one moment I'm laying on the bed thinking and the next I'm on my back begging him to finish me off. I got almost to that first climactic moment and whispered, "Do you want me to call you daddy in bed?"

"Only if you want to, sweetheart. Just as long as you call me."

Done and done.

XOXO
Sommer