Zocket wrote:

Holiday Inn cocktail lounge on a lonely Tuesday.

peter_james_bond wrote:

And in walks the most beautiful dame I ever saw......

AvoidingWork wrote:

Wearing a red dress where the back was down to there and the slit was up to here...

jagdriver wrote:

And all I had was half a leftover salami sandwich with banana peppers....

She looked at me the way a cat looks at a mouse. Then she sashayed over to the bar stool next to mine and sat down. “I’ve been looking for you”, she purred. I tried to be cool, but inside my ticker was beating like a jungle drum ….a jungle drum pounding out a warning that I was ignoring. “Lucky me …to what do I owe this pleasure?” Then I noticed her eyes were on my salami(sandwich that is). “Hungry?” I inquired. “Ravenous”, she said, “I didn’t have breakfast this morning.” I offered her my salami sandwich, wishing it was bigger. “Thanks” she said, and added, “I’m parched too”, and she winked. “Bartender, the lady wants a …what will you have?” “Boilermaker”, she chimed in. “Boilermaker?...not exactly what I was expecting”, I said. “That’s not what most ladies drink”. She leaned over and whispered into my ear, “I’m not like most ladies.” I nearly fell off the stool. "How..how can I help you?" I stammered. "Rumor has it that you listen to a certain internet radio station with a heavenly vibe" she said. "Oh, you mean Radio Paradise."I blurted out. "Yes, that's it!" she exclaimed. "How might I tune into that frequency?" she asked. "Well, why don't we go to my place and I'll show you the ropes?" I prayed she would say yes. "OK" she said, "As long as we can also listen to Radio Paradise." My jaw nearly hit the floor, in my head, I said "Thank you Radio Paradise" over and over and over as we left the bar.

Zocket wrote:

Holiday Inn cocktail lounge on a lonely Tuesday.

peter_james_bond wrote:

And in walks the most beautiful dame I ever saw......

AvoidingWork wrote:

Wearing a red dress where the back was down to there and the slit was up to here...

jagdriver wrote:

And all I had was half a leftover salami sandwich with banana peppers....

She looked at me the way a cat looks at a mouse. Then she sashayed over to the bar stool next to mine and sat down. “I’ve been looking for you”, she purred. I tried to be cool, but inside my ticker was beating like a jungle drum ….a jungle drum pounding out a warning that I was ignoring. “Lucky me …to what do I owe this pleasure?” Then I noticed her eyes were on my salami(sandwich that is). “Hungry?” I inquired. “Ravenous”, she said, “I didn’t have breakfast this morning.” I offered her my salami sandwich, wishing it was bigger. “Thanks” she said, and added, “I’m parched too”, and she winked. “Bartender, the lady wants a …what will you have?” “Boilermaker”, she chimed in. “Boilermaker?...not exactly what I was expecting”, I said. “That’s not what most ladies drink”. She leaned over and whispered into my ear, “I’m not like most ladies.” I nearly fell off the stool. "How..how can I help you?" I stammered. "Rumor has it that you listen to a certain internet radio station with a heavenly vibe" she said. "Oh, you mean Radio Paradise."I blurted out. "Yes, that's it!" she exclaimed. "How might I tune into that frequency?" she asked. "Well, why don't we go to my place and I'll show you the ropes?" I prayed she would say yes. "OK" she said, "As long as we can also listen to Radio Paradise." My jaw nearly hit the floor, in my head, I said "Thank you Radio Paradise" over and over and over as we left the bar.