Kim and I sat together and had a few more drinks. It was really easy to talk to her. I can talk to anyone about anything - it isn't because I want to or like to...but talking was always involved something I was "up to". With Kim it was different. It was one of the rare times where everything clicked. If you know the feeling then you understand what I am talking about. I was thinking to myself over the last seven years I have traveled all over the United States and I find this woman in Buffalo, New York.
As the night went on and more drinks were consumed, the conversation turned to "how long are you here for?" Now this is a tricky question. I couldn't say as long as it takes me to get you in my room (LOL). So I had to think this through...do I go for it and say one day and force the issue? I could tell her the truth - that I was going to be there a few days because I was going into Canada to hit the strip clubs. Or I could float some bait to see what I might catch. The problem with bait is that it only works if what you are trying to catch is hungry! The final option was to ask, "you wanna do some lines?".
All of those ideas were viable, but I decided to use the sentimental path. I gave her a story. I said as a little boy my family took a family vacation to Niagara Falls. When we were here, I hounded my dad for a nickel to put into the oversized metal binoculars. My Dad gave me the nickel and told me to wait but, much like today, it's not my style. When I went to put the dime in the binoculars they tipped and crushed my fingers. At ten years old I started crying and then got yelled at for not waiting.
I went through the whole story with Kim. I said I wanted to go see Niagara Falls and do it without crying. She looked at me and suggested we go see the Falls. She had the next two days off, and planned for us to get up early and check it out. She told me that she would show me around, but that I'd have to hang out with her on her days off before leaving to continue my trip.
Hmm...do I want to hang out with an attractive broad for a couple days? Is that even a question?!
But first, we had to stop at her place so she could change in the morning.
Yes, there is a God - can I get an AMEN!
After the dinner at the hotel restaurant, I left a nice tip and told my waitress to stop at the lounge and I would buy her a drink. My plans were to have a couple of drinks, hang out, and have an early night. I felt I did some nice prelim work on her, but who knows with these things. I do know this though - women have a sense of recognizing desperation. And I was not desperate...yet (lol).
I strolled into the lounge and ordered a Crown Royal "up". There is no need for anything to contaminate the "Crown", not even ice. As I looked around the joint there were all types of people like businessmen and tourists. These people were all mixed together, thriving in the square world that I had avoided for so many years. Now, in less than two weeks, I would be joining!
I looked into the glass of Crown and thought about the amount of money I had in my pocket - close to four grand. I have started with less before and did just fine. The thought came back to me to stay the course; you don't have to stay in the square world, but you need to clean up and get your swag back. Then I could move onto the only thing I wanted, ever since I had that dream in the seventh grade. The dream of being the Boss of Chicago. I was in a trance fixed on the glass of Crown.
Suddenly, I heard a voice say, "how 'bout that drink". I looked up and saw Kim, the waitress. I turned to look at her, it was hard to contain my joy.
She said, "Sorry it took me awhile, but we have to change if we come into the lounge".
She looked good in the ugly waitress uniform - this was way beyond my hopes. I personally believe in the theory of "any port in a storm" but she had all the things I liked. She had shoulder length, curly, wavy hair that was now hanging free and wild - not in a waitress ponytail. This complimented her pleasant face and body, which was thick in just the right places. I thought to myself, don't blow this.
I said, "Sure, what's your pleasure?"
She had the perfect response. Her response was, "let's have a drink before we talk about my pleasure". I love jazzy women. I laughed, fair enough.
She ordered a vodka tonic with two limes.
Fuck, you could have the whole case of limes if you want...
It was 6:30 pm when I rolled into Buffalo. I was strung out from the road. That stretch of highway is brutal and I was glad it was over and done with. I looked for a hotel close to the Niagara Falls sign. The only thing I look for in a hotel, is a bar. I found a Holiday Inn and checked in.
I was relieved to get into the room and unwind. When I get to my room I always do the same things. First, I put the do not disturb sign on the door. That sign does not come off that door until I check out. The TV is always on and if I leave the room I put the weather channel on so it sounds like people are in the room just in case someone decides to check on my room. If for any reason someone knocks on the door, I always put one finger tip on the peep hole. I would rather lose a finger tip than my eyeball. Think about that next time you put your eyeball to a peep hole.
Once I've completed my routine, I sit at the little table and light a joint. I planned on smoking a joint and heading down get something to eat...have a couple drinks, see what the evening has in store fore me. I really liked this place. It was a little touristy but it had a restaurant and a lounge.
I walked into the semi-crowded restaurant and the waitress tells me to sit anywhere. I sat facing the entrance. I didn't want any Wild Bill shit, with a guy shooting me in the back of the head. It was really amazing how differently I thought about my safety compared to others.
The waitress walked over with a menu. As she handed it to me I said, "no need I will take the special". She responded, "there is more than one". So, I said "pick the one you would have if you were ordering". She looked at me and smiled.
Now there are a few reasons I did this; first, I know the cook has made a 100 specials and if I come in there and ruin his night by ordering something off the menu, it's gonna piss him off. The second reason was, the waitress wasn't bad and this little exchange plants trust in her head. You have to realize she's probably heard every line there is and I can be a little intimidating so if I was going to hit on her later I had to start now without her realizing what I was doing.
Remember bait only works if they are hungry.
So she brings out a bowl of French Onion Soup with the melted cheese, a salad, and a really nice ribeye with a baked potato. I was thinking...man this is a great special. So I had to ask her if this was an everyday special. She replied "no, but you said to order like it was for me". With that she winked, and I smiled thinking - welcome to Buffalo!
Off to the cocktail lounge...