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There is this girl who works with me at the bistro. She doesn't wait tables like I do. She works in the pantry, making salads during the lunch shift. She brags that it leaves her nights free for other pursuits. I've never had difficulty imagining what those pursuits may be because she is a very attractive woman. At least, I think so even if others don't agree, but most of the guys at work agree with me. She stands only up to my chest. Since I am around average height this means that she is towered over by some of our coworkers, particularly the guys on the dishline, all big, brawny African-Americans. While she is not fat, her frame still may not match her stature in the view of the anorexic porn- goddess ideal, but it doesn't lack for appeal. She looks natural, having both an eye-pleasing shape and nice womanly curves. Her long, brown hair frames a tanned, heart-shaped face. That face frames a pair of large brown eyes so deep in color they are almost black. Her white, almost unnaturally straight teeth fill a constant, mirth-filled smile. She laughs constantly, as if she were having fun at every moment. I think she does. Her name is Lisa. I am in love with her and have been for a long time. After last night, I think she may have fallen for me as well. Yesterday, towards the end of the lunch shift, Jimmy sneaked into the service area from the dishline. I had mentioned at the beginning of the shift that the boss forgot to schedule me for a double, and I had gotten one of those infrequent, almost mythical, Friday nights off. For months, he and the other dishwashers had tried to get me to join them in a night out. This allowed him to make another attempt. Of all the guys at work, Jimmy was the most insistent in trying to get me out. He saw it as his life's mission to help me out of the funk that I fell in because of a very unfortunate choice of relationship. "We're going to be hitting a couple places tonight. Kenny, you want to come out with us. We ought to be able to find you someone." I decided to surprise him. I said, "Sure," He looked at me in shock. "You ain't joking," he asked. "No joke." After a laugh, I added, "Just let me know where." He agreed to let me know when they decided on exactly where they were going before going back to the kitchen. I returned to cleaning the last minute mess of coffee cups and water glasses from my section. It took a few trips because it had been a busy day, but by the time I bused my last tray of china to the dishline, the guys were still discussing the best place to go. Lisa came to their rescue. She walked up to the dishline with two armloads of the plastic bowls she used for condiments and some of the other tools of her trade. With a matter of fact voice, she said, "I'm going to that new place on the West Side tonight. I went there last weekend and it's pretty hopping." George looked at me and asked, "How does that sound, Kenny." "Whatever." I said, shaking my head. "You guys go ahead and go where you want. I'm just a white boy tag-along." That earned me a few looks and a number of friendly denials. After I had assured them I understood that I was honestly welcomed, they decided to try the new place. It settled down to Jimmy, George, Ron, Jimmy's younger brother Bill, and of course, me. I finished clearing my section early enough that the lunch hostess (who owed me big time for covering her ass in the past) felt that she could let me go early. This left me time enough to go home and not only shed the penguin outfit but also jump into the shower. I even grabbed a quick nap before heading over to Jimmy and Bill's place. They had started the festivities well before my arrival. They made the required token offer of the joint they were passing. I shook my head. They didn't press since they knew that I prefer more traditional approaches to separating mind from body. I, instead, grabbed a beer from their fridge. We sat around talking shit about the Lions (what else was there to say about them, they are the Lions after all). They finished their smoke and joined me in having a beer. They had started their second and I had finished my third when the others showed up. To give Jimmy and Bill a chance to finish, George got a beer for the rest of us. After deciding on taking Ron's SUV, we settled into a discussion on the new club. None of us knew much about it. I had read a little in the local alternative paper, but that wasn't a hell of a lot. The place was so new that the guys hadn't heard anything one way or the other about it. Still, the guys seemed excited about it based on what Lisa had told us. "Maybe Lisa'll be there tonight," said Ron as soon as her name had been mentioned. Jimmy laughed then said, "She might be. I saw the way she was checking me out." "Hell she was," said George. "She was checking my package." My three co-workers began a light argument about which of them Lisa had been looking at this afternoon. Bill laughed through the whole thing, alternatively mocking or encouraging as the need arose. I kept quiet, but I was certain that she would be at the club tonight.