The card directed him to Jack’s on 7th and Madison on Saturday at 10 pm. He was to sit in the last booth next to the band. And wait. By the time he got there the place was teeming. Thick with a massive crowd, the din of shouting, clinking glasses, and the piercing beat of the Irradicks. It was like walking into a thunder storm. The last booth had a “reserved” card on it, just as the Pantygram message indicated.
He slid into it and ordered a tall one. When it arrived, a card was attached. “Enjoy. It’s paid for. At 10:30 a waiter will hand you another message. Be sure and do as it says. And don’t forget to bring the panties with you…by the way, you look very hot.” He looked around to see if she was there. A mass of faces, eyes, smiles, teeth swirled in a sea around him. But not her. How did she know he looked hot? Where was she? Should he just ditch this place and toss the panties into the crowd? The thought crossed his mind for a fleeting moment and then he remembered the other night. It was wild. Steamy. She was like no one he’d ever been with in his life. She said she liked surprises. And then she was gone in the morning. Like Cinderella. Only this time there was no glass slipper. Just a tiny red thong and another message. “Meet me in the moonlight at Big Daddy’s before the clock strikes twelve…” He wrapped the panties around his wrist and hailed a cab to find a girl named Cindy before midnight…
Tuesday, January 26th, 2010