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| "Hey there," the pizza girl said, "David?" The question mark is part of the flirtatious game we play, this lovely pizza girl and I. For about six months, at least once a week, I drop by to pick up a pizza for the family. Usually she gives me a big pepperoni pizza, although every so often, I manage to sneak a supreme. The kids aren't entirely ready for the full blown pizza experience, but on well chosen occasions, they'll bear the excesses of flavor for my sake. The pizza girl knows my name. I can hear it in her voice when I call to make my order, see it in the bright smile she gives as I enter the tiny shop. The pizza girl knows my name but pretends she doesn't. On the other hand, I don't know her name. I'm too shy to ask. When I imagine talking to her, I call her "beautiful." "Hey, beautiful," I imagine myself saying, "how's the pizza business?" "It sucks," she'd reply with an infectious grin. Sometimes I imagine the conversation will be easy. I picked up five pizzas on Halloween, feeding a party of kids before they assaulted the streets on their annual candy begging mission. I arrived a bit early. The pizza girl wore low slung jeans and her pizza t-shirt tied up to expose her smooth midriff. I licked my lips as she checked the pizza progress, turning her back as I feasted my eyes on the delicious vision of her behind. "It sucks working on Halloween," she said, after telling me I'd have to wait another ten minutes. "I'd rather go out and get fucked up." My mind reeled with responses to that opening, so many witty rejoinders assaulting me that I found myself unable to speak. That's my usual technique - smile and imagine all the things I might say. It's not an effective style, generally, although my apparently handsome visage tends to carry the amused silence better than we might expect. "I love your costume," I imagined myself saying. The pizza girl blushed. In most instances, the pizza business is too busy for me to manage more than a few words with her before another customer calls. I don't worry, for our demand for pizza is incessant. I will soon return for another brief tete-a-tete. "You seem tense," she'd say. I love to imagine it will be easy. "Was that your wife who called?" she asked, last time I picked up a pizza. "Sure was." I'm not Interested? |
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