He's always, always down at the neighborhood jacuzzi from 9 'til closing, sipping a mixed drink or pounding Coor's Light. Goatee. Tribal arm band tattoo. Inappropriate sexual comments are the norm, and despite being around 50 he'll chat up chicks I think are too young for me. Profession? Well back in the 80s he ran nightclubs in various cities across the US (lots of cocaine he says), but these days he's married and working as a real estate appraiser. How many people do I know who have switched into that career since living here? Lots man.
Tonight we chatted about 85 year-old cougars and my hot swimsuit. I rock a white Speedo for those who don't know. Apparently it's not working for me. You know, I like Bill. He's a neighborhood guy, a talker, a guy who brings some conversation and human connection to what is otherwise a very isolated place. We're not talking rocket science, but I'll take him as is.
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