Silver Fox of Chicago

They called him “The Silver Fox of Chicago”.  I didn’t buy it. Perhaps because I was older than the other girls. They found him intriguing. I mostly just found him absurd. He usually pulled up in his Ferrari each week. His head full of silver hair, green eyes glistening against a Floridian tan and the body of a former athlete who went to the gym five times a week. Okay, I’ll admit, he was attractive. But the silver fox of an entire city?! I think he made it up himself.  Say it. Believe it. Become it.

As the hostess lead him to his table and all the young hotties shouted “Hello!”,  I quietly chuckled to myself, “the silver fox of  ‘viagra triangle’.”  At that moment,  his  eyes caught mine. Suddenly I felt it.  He must have been a confused by the look on my face.  My chuckle becoming a faint smile.  He nodded slowly, a “what’s up?” and quickly I remembered why I found him absurd in the first place. A caricature of a man; who did he think he was?

My shift was over and I  had to pass him on my way to the bathroom.  “Excuse me Miss.” he spoke.

I turned to look at him. “Yes?” I replied. (In my head: “yes mr. silver fox?” ha!).  I thought he was going to hit on me but all he wanted was more water.

“I’ll get your waitress on my way out, sir.”

While in the bathroom, I overheard the twenty-somethings talking about all the “money” that was there.  Day after day, I saw them: young women coming into the restaurant looking for the “money”.  I almost secretly admired them for being so flippant about it.  After-all, the older men who frequented the place knew. It’s what they wanted too. I pushed past the girls prettying themselves in the mirrors to wash my hands.  And left.

When I came out, I noticed the waitress at his table flirting, naturally.  As she walked away, again I heard:  “Miss, excuse me?”

Was he talking to me? I was afraid to turn around. Afraid I was mistaken and if I looked, he’d think that I was interested. But turn around I did. He motioned for me to come over.

“Are you leaving?” he asked.

“My shift is over.”

“Oh….. well…. would you care to join me?”

“All alone today?” I inquired. Truthfully, I said that to minimize the self induced power in his head; reminding him he was indeed “alone”.  I was hoping someone blew him off, not because I wanted him, but because someone had to let the arrogant bastard down.

But something came over me. Wasnow joining the ranks of the intrigued? Or was I just in need of a drink?

Two, three, four drinks later and we were laughing; discussing everything from adventures to future endeavors.  He seemed curious about me and he was smart. Very smart.  How could I have judged him before we even had a conversation?  He invited me home and as I was not one of those girls, I hesitated. But the martinis and the intrigue got the best of me. Besides, he really was nice.

Inside his bedroom, I was still conflicted. My heart raced. But my excitement quickly waned when I realized that It fluttered for a moment, magnificent in its struggle, then wilted and lay still.


16 thoughts on “Silver Fox of Chicago

  1. I enjoyed reading this story! For me, the opening paragraph hooked my interest… then you made me laugh with the Viagra Triangle in the second paragraph… and then I winced with the ending. Poor guy couldn’t keep up with her, I guess.


  2. Your first line made me think of a restaurant I once worked at in the Loop, called Riccardo’s. A guy came in regularly who fit that description. I enjoyed your story, and the use of the line.


  3. EditMoi says:

    Ooh, I loved the Silver Fox of Chicago. He’s perfect. I also totally believed the female character’s internal dialog. Smart and curious is such a powerful combination. Really great job with the prompts!


    • Thank you! Dialog is the one thing I do fairly well. My downfall is usually rushing through a story. I guess that’s why I liked this challenge. Your comments are much appreciated!


  4. I enjoyed the sassy dialogue going on in her head. By the end of the story, I really liked her. Maybe she went home with a cheesy guy who always gets what he wants, but I like that she at least made it difficult for him. I’m confident that if she maintains a relationship with him, she’ll be in charge rather than the silver fox.


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