I had just placed my order, and was kicking around waiting for my drink when this guy walked in. He was 5' 7 at best. He could have even been a bit shorter. To me he looked to be about 45. He had a good sized bald spot on the back of his head, and was thinning in the front. Not totally bald, he still had some hair, and was keeping it together, but just barely. So, he's short, going bald, and on top of that, he wasn't the best looking guy in the world. Not ugly, but no Rock Hudson. What struck me about this guy was his strut. I immediately knew he was a T man. This little guy was as sure as hell of himself. The way he ordered, the way looked around the room, the way he talked to the cashier. Not overly cocky or obnoxious, just confident.
Two minutes later, as I'm leaving, this 40ish year old girl walks in. Well put together, nice boobs, (probably fake, but not overdone), cute face. Definitely someone you'd look at twice if you were walking down the street. What happens next? I think you know what's coming. She walked right up to the short guy, put her hand on his back, and grabbed her drink off the counter. She was his woman!! I couldn't believe it! I walked out onto to the street and could barely contain the cake eating grin on my face....
Testosterone is a sweet, sweet, thing.......
