Back to the drawing board, but I’m afraid!!!
Okay, every Monday, Wednesday and Friday … I pick my mom up from playing cards. Sometimes, on one of those days, my taste buds craves Chinese food. It’s been a while, so yesterday, my taste buds brought out their pompoms for Chinese food. I’ve been going there for the last year, in which there is this, to me, beautiful young Chinese girl. She made me learn, and this is not the spelling, but if you pronounce it the way I spell it, it means HELLO (knee-how). I can’t get the GOOD BYE, but I’m working on it.
Anyway, a spray of Instant Gentleman to each side of the neck (2 sprays), 2 sprays of Instant Honesty to the back of my neck (in case that’s difficult for you, that’s 2 sprays, too 
), and a spray of IS in the crevice of the elbows (2 total).
I walk in, she lights up like a night light, “KNEE HOW” She says, “KNEE HOW,” another male worker smiles, and says, “KNEE HOW.”
She says, “Where have you been?” I haven’t been there in about a month. I say, “Where have you been? I heard you got married and moved to the hills?” I was joking. She got serious on me, and say, “Who told you that!?” I said, “Someone told me that in WalMart.” She caught on, and started laughing.
I placed my order, and I swear she rubs my hand on purpose, as she takes my money. Mentally, I may just be wanting her too, but she does, regardless of what I think.
So I sit down. She throws in my spring rolls … YUM! … comes back to the counter, and is looking at me smiling, while sipping on something from a straw.
So she calls me up to the counter. This yougin has me feeling like a 15 year old rooster, I’m here to tell you! **Cocka-doola-doooooooo, baby! **Anyway, I get to the counter, and she says, ***“Make a muscle.” “What the!?!?!?” is what I thought to myself! 
I look at her, and say, “You make a muscle.” She pulls her shirt back, and makes a muscle. I say, “Come closer, so I can feel it.” She says, “I don’t have a muscle. I don’t work out.” I say,*** “Come here, let me feel it.”*** She makes a muscle, and I feel her bicep, to which I say, “Ball Park! I feel something in there!” She laughs, and shares this BEAUTIFUL smile, or is it my Rooster testosterone, that has me thinking such? Who cares! 
She says, “Make a muscle.” The Rooster pulls his sleeve up, and pops a woody bicep, to which she says LOUDLY, “OH MY GOD!” I almost had an orgasm, and thought to myself, “OH MY GOD, BABY!”
Now, she’s got the Rooster sticking out his chest and flapping his wings, knowing I can’t fly, but hell, “enjoy the fingers running through your ego every chance you get,” is what I say. I go sit back down before she spots the stain she’s caused in my pants (joking … I handled it like a champ, but I slept with my thumb in my mouth, last night)! No, I didn’t have on my pull-ups, and any leakage would have shown.
So, I’m sitting there waiting for my food, and she’s looking and smiling, and looking and smiling, and looking and smiling. So that I wouldn’t start sweating, and her knowing she’s got me feeling Roosterish, I ask, “Is this your family’s place?” She says, “Yes, it is.” I asked how many days a week she works, and she tells me everyday but Sunday.
My food is ready, and I snatch my bag and get my stained Rooster pants out of there!
I’m wondering what has her hooked! I want to say my ego has blinded me, but I know from her looking without hiding it, somethings up in her Chinese brain.
Dare I try Instant Gentleman or Instant Honesty alone, 'cause I love having my ego stroked like that! Don’t even think about asking me to try’em solo! NOT!
ZEE END
I kept watching her mouth as she repeated it, but I think my temperature was running hot, 'cause I couldn’t get it! 