a short, dramatic narrative, in 250 words
Typical Friday night with the girls, bar hopping after finals before graduation, but for some reason, we decided to drive forty minutes to the next town and try a few new spots. Going to college not too far from home, but far enough to do me and have some freedom from my protective mother.
There he was a Casanova at the bar that sparked my curiosity. A tall, dark, and handsome older man, drinking dark liquor. He reminded me of someone out of a movie. He was one of those guys my mom warned me about. He approached me with such ease. He made me feel comfortable. A man that would take care of me. All my girlfriends were looking at him and saying, “Now that’s a sugar daddy we want”.
He walks over to me and asks, “Would you like a drink?”
I quickly respond with a smile, “Sure, amaretto sour”.
Fred and I seem to hit it off well, despite our 25-year age difference. Always doing things together and whatever I needed Fred took care of it, no matter what was going on in his world.
After weeks of dating this older handsome fella, I decided to introduce him to my mother.
So Excited walking up to my mother’s door with Fred, hand in hand ready to show off my new man. My mother opened the door and looked right into Fred’s eyes and said, “Are you serious? Lala this is your father”!!
©Nichole Nichole