Memories

Let's face it. I like women. Tall, buxom, big hips, beautiful. Prefer blondes. It's a weakness I've had since high school. When I had my first love, Maris. Maris is one athletic woman, her sport volleyball. And in those sand volleyball bikinis. Maris played beach volleyball, they were paid for by the restaurant association. Indirect marketing.

She didn't pay attention to high school girls, she paid attention to men with money. I was so jealous. Anyway, my family owned one of the restaurants so she came by to get paid. I paid her, that's how we knew each other. I was in love with her.

Wake up, it's not 2003. Wake up, get dresses, it's time for work. She's still sleeping, it's dark outside, I go to the gym before opening the restaurant. Being the owner comes with responsibilities. The volleyball girls are gone now. The tourists want breakfast and coffee.

Oh, the girl in my bed, that's Ale.