Just a little nibble.... This doesn't tell you where I'm going with this, but it does provide a clue to the writing style.
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There he was, sitting across from the 20-something, busty, blond
gently caressing the inside her forearm from the tips of her petite little
wrist to her elbow and back. He gazed lustily into her young naïve eyes then poignantly
allowed his eyes drop to her prominent cleavage. I knew exactly what has doing;
he used the same seductive move on me 3 years ago. He was not aware I was
there, watching their interaction from across the restaurant. It was Girls
Night Out; I was supposed to be at some rowdy bar somewhere partying it up with
my girlfriends. After 2 yrs of living together, he still didn’t understand was
that our Girl’s Nights are usually very low-key wine and bitch sessions.
I excused myself from the table
where I had, only moments ago, been laughing with my friends and walked confidently
across the room. I was internally shaking in anger and ready to explode into a
fit of tears, but I refused to let him see it. When I got to their table, they
both looked up at me; he with shock and fear in his eyes from what he expected
to be an embarrassing scene, she confused and a bit annoyed that her romantic
moment had been interrupted. I simply looked him directly in the eye and said,
“It’s over” then turned on my heel and strode away from them.
I stopped by my table, picked up my
purse, and started out the door. To my surprise, and without a word, my four
friends who had been watching me in awe began tossing cash on the table to
cover our bill. They all followed me out into the balmy, midsummer evening.
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