Whiskey Sunday

I was sitting at the bar one night. It wasn’t

to full a small crowd with a live DJ. I was

drinking a whiskey sour, and hell I was

already three shades in the wind when she

sat down next to me with her friend. They

were just laughing, and giggling about a

pick up line some guy tried on her at the

last bar she was at.

Me for split moment Visualizing that it

was me They were talking about. I got

little insecure. I mean she was a very

beautiful woman with light brown hair,

caramel skin. She stood just around 5”6

or 5”7. She was a tight “A cup".

I’m thinking to myself man not american,

but something inside wanted me to give

her try just by listening to her, and her

friends conversation. She didn’t even

know as she and her friend ordered their

drinks just laughing, and giggling.

I'm thinking to myself that i’ll be the next

conversation these girls will have when they

arrive at the next bar. Maybe I shouldn’t I

said to myself as she glanced over her

shoulder, and smiled. I smiled back, and

said to myself.

Now that’s a.

“WHISKEY SUNDAY"