Hitting On The Waiter

I went to dinner with K and the little people. The waiter was kind of cute. He was exactly K's type. K had been teasing me in the car about XXXX and humming the theme song from 'Love Story' ('Love means never having to say you're sorry' 1970's sappy love story). I started doing 1970's groovy porn music every time the waiter walked by. Heh. It amused me, that's all that mattered. Eventually the conversation turned to what a cute butt the waiter had and I started laughing in that obnoxious loud laugh that I always laugh. This got the attention of our waiter and by this time K and I were wagering who could get his attention, me or him - and whether he was straight or gay. After a the waiter enquired a few times as to what I was laughing about I told him we had just been talking about grabbing his butt. More porn theme music and much laughter. K got me back for hitting on the waiter that he was lusting after - he wrote my phone number on the back of the receipt. He's just trying to make me look like the bigger SLUT!!! And finally one more Song - just because it's got that classic '70's porn feel to it. Wait... Wait... One more... This one is called 'Boob Tube'! Yeah I know, I need help... Or sex... I'll opt for sex.

OK, just for you... one more song. I'm gonna have to get this... never know when I might need to set the 'mood' *wink* *wink* *nudge* *nudge*.