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. Was I now 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.