Frank

Funny what attracts me to men. In his case it was the hands. Big and rough as they circled his pie. The one hand around the plate protecting it. The other scooping mouthfulls by the fork. His Lee jeans filled out the stool he was perched on pretty well as his elbows leaned on the cafe counter. Helena, Mountana was not where I was planning to fall in love. In fact I came to get away from the last broken relationship and finally write that first novel that had been harboring in the back of my mind for years. So no, big, cowboy, man will have to wait. I will just finish my ice tea and get on up the road to Bob and Cheryl's place and house sit for them as they travel Europe and do my writing. ### Then again, the dirt on his boots said to me this is a guy who works on the land. Ted was a Broadway Director, no wonder it did not work. Ted was in love with his scarves and glasses and scene stealing actors, not me. ###He has a big belt buckle. The shirt seems pressed. Why would he wear a pressed shirt to rustle cattle, as they say in the movies? He had kinda a Don Johnson two day beard. No wedding ring. What does that really mean today though? He was not with anyone. The guy next to him was taling to the person to his left and there was a stool between them. Just like there is a stool between him and me.### I scooted over. I saw his eye that was towards me twitch, but he kept eating then shoved his coffee cup towards the back of the counter which signaled the waitress behind it to come over for a refill. She looked me over. His girlfriend? Or was I just getting the "you ain't from these parts" look? She left and I put my menu down which I hoped would signal her to return and take my order.### "What'll it be?" "I will have what he is having." I knodded at Tex. "Rhubarb pie comin' up."