Drunk Guy

Dearest Drunk Man at my Drive-Thru Window,

You caught my eye this morning when you fought with your door to get out in the drive-thru. I thought to myself "Now there's a man that's hot. I like men that fight with car doors." You're hot. You really are. I should have grabbed some oven mitts. When you saw me staring, you never once thought "She's giving me that look like I'm totally fucked up." Instead you thought " She thinks I'm hot! She's hot too! We're so hot we could be a desert... or is that dessert...? No matter! We're hot and we should be hot for eachother. We could make babies together!" I open the drive-thru window and you sauvely say to me "You're really beautiful". To which I reply "Uh... thanks." and hand you what ever it was I handed you. I wish I had made that for you. Then I could say that I made something for a man who totally tripped my trigger. A man who floated my boat. A man who made me feel like... Somebody who just fucking woke up and got hit on by a drunk man! Awesome!

So there you were, and there I was. I remember the details so clearly it's startling to me. You said "I'm looking for my cellphone. It fell back here." Here being the back seat of your car. You're digging through the debris and hoping you'll find a small object that rings when rung. You explain that it will likely drive you crazy. (Where as I heard that your driving put you all over the road this morning.) Then you ask me if I have a phone handy. Cuz... you know when you call a cellphone it rings! (When rung....) Sadly I told you that I did not. You said that it was just your way of trying to give me your cellphone number. I shrug and say "Oh." then I tell you to have a nice day.

Our transaction ended right there.... But you're still in my mind. That's what every woman wants to meet first thing in the morning.

Stay hot,

Donut Girl