Scoping Out Chicks at the Oldest of Haunts

I've finally convinced myself that these blogs don't have to be so damned serious all the time. So here goes a fun one just for the fun of it.

I'm sitting here, a 49 year old single guy, using the local Barnes and Noble for scoping out loose women and possibly a date. I'll give you a rundown of what's available and keep you apprised should anyone show up on the scope.

The most noticeable feature of the cafe' right now is that small child yelling and screaming and telling his mom and dad what to do. I think it's one of those cases where he wants something and his parents aren't willing to give in to his demands. But man the sound is sure getting loud. Finally, they've taken him outside and removing him from the premises.

Now, back to the hunting of babes in the cafe'. There are two young lasses seated directly behind me, but they're only twenty years old - tops. There's another woman seated across the way, but I get the feeling she's a bit too old for me. O.K., she's much too old for me. There's one on the far side of the cafe' and let's just say without shadow of a doubt she's not my type. So the bottom line is that the radar is void of any possible females at this point... Now back to my latte' and key lime cheesecake.

After only two sips from the still-too-hot-to-drink latte' a blonde suddenly shows up on the screen. She's not got her face turned towards me, but I think I'm a pretty good judge and I'm thing this may be the one I've been waiting for to come into my life.

Right now she's over by the games and such. That opens up the possibility she has children, but let's face it, who doesn't at this age. Speaking of age, I don't know hold old she might be, but for the time being let's just say her hair and yellow overcoat are drawing most of my attention.

She's obviously having a hard time choosing something to buy. Perhaps I should go over and offer to help her make a selection. She doesn't have to know that I don't really work here. At least for the time being that will be a mute point, as she has disappeared somewhere out of my viewing range. What is it about women with blonde hair anyway? Without seeing as much as one look at her face I've already decided she's too gorgeous to just let her walk away.

The key lime cheesecake's now gone and I once again settle in to a few sips of the now-cooling-down latte'. Another potential candidate appears just in front of me, but once again, I just don't feel that chemistry at this point... and besides, she's a brunette. And you know what they say about brunettes.

To Be Continued...

David Lee