Saturday, December 23, 2006

YUM!


Last night we had dinner at the Park Grill in Millennium Park. It was beautiful. Not only the holiday decorations, but our waiter, too. Think tall, dark and handsome. Think the yard boy in Desperate Housewives. Think the green side of 30, tops.

He was flirting with me a bit, God bless him. I suspect this is because he wanted a big tip. And he got one. After all, in addition to bringing us three courses and two rounds of drinks, he brought me great joy, just allowing me to look at him.

The tables were very close together to accommodate the extra shoppers and skaters who came in to dine. So when our waiter was taking the order of those seated next to us, his ass was quite literally even with my eyes. Ah …

I suppose he's young enough to be my son. This illustrates the problem I confront. Where does healthy (and ultimately chaste) enjoyment of the opposite sex end and Mrs. Robinson/Mary Kay Letourneau lechery begin?