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stand up new york, anderson, anal, discussion board, celebrities, ezine, writing, killing the buddha, jeff sharlet, melbourne, story, israel podcasts, movie, swinging, pantie, dogging, college, "Get a burger." "I don't eat red meat." He's offhand, as if the information's inconsequential. "Well, you've come to the wrong place." I laugh, folding a checkered and napkin into a neat pattern. He and lets his eyes meet mine, then chuckles and looks back and down at the menu. "You must have something." The night closing waitress arrives, interrupting our triumphant love scene. She goes through the menu with pointy red fingernails, discussing each dish with gusto, as if this was a real restaurant worth talking about. "So, you work here?" he says when she's gone. "No, I just think this shirt looks good on me. And I enjoy folding napkins. It's kind of a hobby." So is fucking cute strangers. He shakes his head, as if he's saying, You're gonna make me work for this, aren't you? I slide over in the booth so I'm sitting across from him. I don't give a fuck, really, about getting fired, because I've worked at this place for so long I practically have tenure, and besides, I'm doing my best to provide one-hundred-percent guest satisfaction.
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The dregs of my wine sting like pine needles in my throat. I almost float, free of gravity and logic, back inside the restaurant. I float like that to the guy's table, where he's just settling in. On closer inspection he's kind-looking, gentle and blue-eyed. His jaw is broad; his nose almost hooks, but in a good way. I avoid the looks of the anderson other servers -- they know anderson Carter -- anderson and set up my napkin-folding station next to him. I stretch my legs under the table, resting my feet on the chair next to him. I leave my shoes on the floor. He looks up as if I was his dinner companion. "So," he smiles, "what's good here?" His voice is soft, like a boy whispering in class. He stares intently at me afterwards. I like it; it makes him hard to figure out. He's removed his jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt, loosened the collar, draped his tie over his chair.
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