Music played in the background, low and the tune catchy. That was the second time today that I’d encountered a song I’d never heard before. Tapping my fingers absentmindedly, I waited with as much patience as I could muster for my turn to order. Giggling a few seats down caught my attention. Tall, slender, and thin—too fucking thin—women stood leaned over the counter while ordering a bucket of Bud Light. My eyes traveled down their bodies and again, nothing. Not a goddamned tingle down my balls. Taking their bucket from the bartender after handing him some cash, they walked my way. Strode right past me with their tiny waists and nonexistent chests, smiling. I smiled too, and one faltered in her step. “Evening, ladies,” I crooned lowly. In unison they let out a girlish laugh and sashayed toward their table. Every few seconds, they would turn my way to see if I was still watching. I was, but not for the reasons they’d hoped for. “That’s not the least bit attractive.” How could a woman be so shapeless?
