Yummy Noises
Hundo word is Groak
The date started out well enough. He took me to Chilis, and we sat at one of the booths over by the bar, in order to snag the free nachos and salsa. It was a smart move, and I would have chosen the same.
“Hey do you want to order guacamole?”
“Nah babe, not really my thing.” Okay. I fight the urge to correct his grammar and just smile. Control your face, control your face.
The waitress comes by and asks to take our orders. I order the cheeseburger and fries, along with guacamole to go along with our chips and salsa, and he orders a salad, with dressing on the side, and a glass of ice tea, unsweetened.
This was our second date, and I felt disappointed in how it was going. Especially later, when, as he picked through his cobb salad, and started to eyeball my fries. My delicious, crispy, warm from the oven, perfectly seasoned fries.
I teased him with them, lightly dragging them through the ketchup, slowly, while maintaining eye contact, then popped them into my mouth and making yummy noises.
“Mmmm. These are so good! Would you like some?” I offered him some of the fries, but he politely declined in favor of the salad he wasn’t eating.
He pouted after I ate all the fries myself, but he did say he didn’t want any. Most men hearing these kinds of noises from a woman on a date would pop a woody thinking of the noises I could be making for him later, but this guy just had eyes for my fries.
