a forgotten trip

The words on the sign that hung outside the bar gleamed: “Black Jack’s Bar.” After I jumped off my five-speed mountain bicycle and took off my helmet, I confidently walked up to the radiant building. I performed a last minute check of my appearance in an outside mirror. I slicked back my hair and tucked my tie-dye shirt inside of my tight blue jeans. Looking so sexy, I was ready to accomplish my goal for the night: to be flirtatious, and secure a lady’s telephone number in hopes of getting a date.

My eyes surveyed the vicinity for irresistible women. At first, I did not see any desirable women; however, my eyes were soon affixed upon a beautiful blonde-hair woman with long legs. I decided to approach her.

I asked her, “Are you tired?”

She responded in a soft voice, “No. Why do you ask?”

I then answered nonchalantly, “Because you have been running through my mind all night.”

She erupted into laughter. I couldn’t understand why she had laughed at...