Ha, ha, reminds me of the time my brother got a phone call asking for me. I was asleep at the time. I woke up just before midnight when my brother told me a girl named Sundae and asked for me. She said to call her before midnight. Thinking she got the wrong Rick, I called. She said, "You don't know me but I saw you leaving a mutual friend's house. I think we should go out sometime". I asked who the friend was. She said she wasn't going to tell me. So we set up a date for the following Friday night.
I should have know better. Her apartment was in the heart of Hollywood. I knocked on the door and saw a leopard skin mini skirt. As my eyes wandered up, up, up, there was a head of curly blond hair and blue eyes. I said "Hello? What would you like to do?". She said dancing.
She was 6' in her socking feet. I was 5'6" at the time. She was also wearing stiletto boots so my eyes went to her shoulder. As we were walking into "Big Daddy's", she said, "You sure are short!". I said "You sure are tall". She asked me if it bothered me. I said no. I asked if it bothered her. She said no.
When I took her home, she said, "Slap me!". I said "WHAT?". She said, "Slap me!". I said "WHAT?". She said, "I thought it might be fun". I told her I had to go because I had to get up for work. She called twice more, but I always made up excuses.
I wonder what happened to her............
Anyway, nice boots. I wear "Rocky's" myself.