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dotinthesky) wrote2019-10-16 09:55 am
dotinthesky) wrote2019-10-16 09:55 am
The Flirt
Friday night in São Paulo, drinks and nibbles with friends at trendy restaurant Muquifo.
One of the beautiful waiters – a slim, curly brown haired man with nail varnish – walks past us. “He just eye fucked you,” laughs Vince.
He eye fucks me some more. I reciprocate with smiles.
“Are you going to leave your phone number?” Vince asks. “Let’s find some paper.”
I scratch my name and number on a napkin then fold it in four. The waiter smiles shyly when I gently touch his shoulder on the way out, say goodbye and hand him the napkin.
He never calls.
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But a friend saw him showing the napkin to a colleague, smiling and chatting, which made us think he'd figured it out... but maybe you are right?!?