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Alone In Atlanta (AIA) - Keeping It In The Family…
As soon as our table is ready, we order the long islands and commence with our regular ritual. About 30 minutes into it, the two guys from earlier make their way over, bombarding our table, helping themselves to a seat in our booth. One sits next to me and proceeds with the whole "getting to know you" exercise. He asks me what my name was. I said I just told you when we were waiting for the table. He said well it’s not like you remember my name. Brandon. Damn.... he says, not having anything else to say. So after a couple more minutes of giving him a hard time for not remembering my name, I tell him, and move on with the rest of the interview. He tells me what he does and where he's from, and all other basic information. While handing me his phone to put my number in, the subject of age comes up. Now, I can't recall who said whose age first; all I remember is that the telephone number exchange came to a screeching halt. He told me he was 42. I usually attract older men; however I reached an all time high this night. While they've been 5, 6, 7 years older...they've never been pushing 50. I told him I was 25. Damn.... leaves his lips for the second time in the night. He said, I knew you were younger, but I didn't know that much younger. He asked when will you be 26? I told him I turn 25 this year. So you aren't even 25? Dang, you're younger than I thought!!!! Trust me; you're older than what I thought. He was pretty attractive; I would've given him early-mid thirties. So I guess we had each other fooled. Moving that issue to the back burner for now, we move on. He proceeds to tell me that he has two kids....a daughter who is 20 years old....and a son who is 24 years old. At this point I'm looking at him, wondering what his son looks like and trying to determine how rude it would be if I asked if his son was available, along with a photograph. While I decided against asking him to hook me up with his son (for now), I guess he decided the age thing wasn't that big of an issue and proceeded to hand me his phone again to put my number in. I figured why not, (while still contemplating on his son) and put my number in. He and his friend left us with our Long Islands and a new long discussion on our hands. As of right now, Father Time has not called. He's sent a text or two, mainly forwards, but no call. I guess he figured that if we got together, there's a strong possibility I'd fall for my future step son and run away with him. A Lifetime movie waiting to happen. But hey, I guess if you can't keep it monogamous, the least you can do is keep it in the family...
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(By
Brittany Manson) July 6, 2009 – A couple of my girlfriends
and I have our Friday night routine where we go out and have Long Islands
and Long Discussions about life, love and everything in between. The place
was packed as usual and we had to wait for a table to become available.
While waiting, we conversed with two guys nearby about nothing until our
table was ready.