Dan. D. Walker was proud of the fact he didn’t use that vulgar language. The worst thing he would say “Oh golly mollyfugger. He was so glad his mama taught him to be a gentleman. It was so tempting seeing so many purdy women with such skimpy outfits. Boobs busting out all over.
“Man this “Cadillac Barroom is fantastic. “ beamed Dan D. Walke as he excitedly perused the dimly lit lounge. Colored lights can hypnotize. Especially flashing ones. Hey sexy women you can sure hypnotize my eyes.”
The airport customer service representative noticed the sawdust on the rustic wooden floor and wood furniture. The fancy neon sign, gave the place a retro charm. It was like a nineteenth century bar c in the twenty first century complete with the feel of the old west. There were several reproductions of paintings by the nineteenth century painter George Catlin of his Old West Indian scenes throughout the interior. Dan. D. liked how Catlin really captured the proud expressions of the American Indians. But what he most noted was a certain pretty woman.
“I’m no expert in the arts. But I sure know what like. Sure like to know that pretty woman across the room. Dang she dressed well. Wonder what she does for a living that can buy such fancy, shmany clothes. Mighty fine in her denim and sequine. Hey she’s walking right toward me. Dolly Parton dressed up like Little Abner’s luscious Daisy Mae. She’s the sexiest, curviest country gal I ever did see. Oh my lordie she’s coming my way. Hot damn this is my night. “
To try to calm his nerves, Dan. D. Walker ordered a Jack Daniels. He reflected how him and Jack were so happy together.“Ain’t been so excited since my daddy gave me my first toy gun at Christmas when I was eight. I sure had a bang up time that day. This day too.
“ My, my I just met the gal of my dreams. She must be some kind of professional woman to be dolled up like that. Can’t wait to ask what she does for a living Well at least I can talk to her thanks to Lady Lynda. She’d say I should use decorum. Well I bet everyone here saying nobody could cure me from being really into that little lady…Yeah like really into”
“Well gosh golly I caught her eye. She’s coming my way. Hot diggity dog. “
The customer service rep heard the twangs of his favorite Willy Nelson song on the jukebox. He turned his head to the right to listen better. A few minutes later he turned his head to the left. The woman he saw was directly in front of him. The Texan man gasped. If only he know what to say.
Luckily for him she spoke first. “Hey handsome what brings you here? “Catching your eye “ he replied. “What do you do? “I’m a hostess” she said. “You must do a bang up job hosting.” She chuckled. “Yes I guess you could say I do a bang up job. Can I be your hostess?”
“What fur? I don’t need hosting. Its just me. “
“Well perhaps I could be a hostess just for you…for the night.
“Wow I must be really special” beamed Walker.
“Yes you are….very special and this is going to be your night.”