I had just returned from a two week vacation with the bastard better known as my husband. It was really just a last ditch attempt to reconcile our sham of a marriage, but to my thinking, it was just an excuse to get drunk and fuck a lot. To be honest, my husband was great in the sack. It was how he got me to marry him (because he wasn't the best looking guy in the world), but the man certainly knew his way around a woman's body.
The problem was that was all he was good for. He couldn't hold down a decent job. We had absolutely nothing in common beyond the sex. He had no interest in having kids and I had wanted a family. Now in my early thirties, my clock was starting to tick loudly and he had wanted no part of it. I suppose I could have could have learned to live with all of these things, if the bastard did not openly flaunt his infidelities.
All my friends asked me why the bastard would cheat on me. To be honest I did not have a clue. I was a fairly thin, five-eight blond, with big breasts (and I worked out to keep them and the rest of me from sagging). I wasn't the most beautiful girl in the world, but I was probably a close second (ha ha). Most importantly, I loved to fuck and had few inhibitions in the sack.
What I quickly realized was I was not his type. He preferred young, petit dark haired girls like my best friend and fellow waitress Janey. Anyway, once I caught him cheating, I started too as a matter of principle. Still, I found most of my affairs to be pretty unsatisfying. To my partners, I was just a taller version of Marilyn Monroe. They wanted to fuck the shit out of me, regardless of what I would get out of the experience. While I admired their enthusiasm, most sessions left me unfulfilled and needy, falling back helplessly into my bastard husband's arms. The man played me like a concert violist played a Stradivarius and I both loved and hated the sweet music we made.
I walked into the Hollywood Luncheonette, where I worked, and opened my locker. It was not a bad place to go for breakfast or lunch if you like a ten dollar cup of Maxwell House and a couple eggs, a few slices of bacon and a two pieces of dry toast for twenty bucks. I guess PT Barnum was right, because many people continued to show up at the diner. They seemed happy to shell out a king's ransom for mediocre fare and even tip generously, when their hot, celebrity lookalike poured them a Cup O' Joe.
I put on my uniform and adjusted my name tag that read "Marilyn". The owner, Vic, was a pig (I had to blow him just to let me take two weeks off). He made all of us waitresses look and act like celebrities. My best friend Janey was "Mary Ann" from the sixties sitcom, while a cute young redhead named Rachel was "Ginger" from the same show. A cute girl named Jade was labeled "Lucy" after the Asian action hero. He tagged Rosa, a busty Chicana, as "J-Lo". Anyway, as much as I hated all of this, I always got those huge tips. Since the tips and not my hourly wage paid the bills, I put up with it.
When I got to the dining room, I noticed that it was still early. There was only one customer who was at one of Janey's tables. When I looked closely, I could tell that she had been crying and that the man who had to be in his late thirties was stroking her shoulders. I waited for the little tableau to end and then approached her once she headed back to the kitchen.
"What's the matter, Baby?" I asked comfortingly.
"I'm thinking of having an affair with that guy out there."
"What?!" I exclaimed.
"Don't act so surprised. You have them."
"Honey, you and Steve have only been married two years. Rich and I have been married almost ten and he is a cheating bastard."
"Steve's cheating on me."
I was in complete shock. "What?!"
"He's cheated on me with at least two women. One of them is Rachel."
"How do you know?"
"She told me. She also told me he said that he is fucking his boss' receptionist too."
"And you believe her?"
"I didn't at first, but then I followed Steve and the girl to where Rachel told me that he took her. I saw them go into the motel room."
"That's awful! What an asshole! And Rachel?! I'm going to give her..."
"Don't blame her, Honey. She told me she did it because she thought he would be the kind to cheat and she was right. Anyway, thank God for Mr. Bloom!"
"He's nice man over there. He was one who told Rachel about Steve and suggested to her that she should investigate. Anyway, since Steve's fucking around, Mr. Bloom asked me if I wanted to use him to get revenge and now I'm seriously thinking about it."
"Baby, isn't he a little bit old for you?"
"I don't care! He's really sweet and kind too. There's even a kind of quiet handsomeness to him..." she murmured.
"Well, I don't see it."
"More importantly, I really like being with him ... being close to him," her eyes took on a far off look.
"Well, if you want to get back at Steve, I'm sure I can find someone better..."
"It's not just that. I can tell he really cares about me. I hear he's an amazing lover..."
"How do you know this?"
"Rachel told me."
"She slept with him?!" I asked in shock.
"Yeah. After she broke up with her boyfriend for sleeping with Jade."
"Her boyfriend slept with Jade!?" I exclaimed, as apparently a lot had happened in the last two weeks in my absence.
"Yeah. Apparently he had been sleeping around on Rachel too."
Something was not right here. While most of the waitresses here were not all that tight with each other, we were all on pretty friendly terms and I never could imagine this kind of drama taking place here. I decided that maybe I should meet this new customer. "I'd like to meet this Mr. Bloom."
"Funny. He just asked me to introduce you to him," she smiled.
"So, I've been hearing an awful lot about you, Becky," he smiled, calling me by my real name, as he took my offered hand.
"You too," I smiled. When I had gotten closer to him, I could see what Janey was talking about in terms of quiet handsomeness. He still had dark hair with no touch of grey. He did not have a bad body. Perhaps a little middle age spread, but I had slept with worse when I had been drunk. He even had a sweet smile and a little twinkle in his eyes. Still, I'd never have given him the time of day if I were sober. Certainly, he had no business doing the horizontal mambo with a twenty-four year old cutie like Janey or especially an even younger hottie like Rachel. "Mr. Bloom, please understand that I mean no disrespect but..."
"You're worried about your friend," he said pausing. "I know what you mean. You're probably right too. While she is a little older than our 'Ginger', 'Mary Ann' is much less experienced. It was probably a bad idea to ask her."
"Don't worry. Rachel is fine. We're just kind of seeing each other right now, but we're not exclusive. It was Rachel who even suggested that I ask Janey if she wanted me to sleep with her as a way of making to up to Janey for her sleeping with Janey's husband."
"Well, you're not really her type."
"I know. I'm not really you're type either, right?"
I kind of smiled shyly. While I was not really attracted to him in a traditional way, I sensed a warmth coming from him. It was a weird kind of feeling of comfort and contentment. "To be honest, no, but I've always had bad taste in men," I joked.
Mr. Bloom laughed. "Thank you for your honesty, dear. If my wife had been more honest about me from the start, we would never have had to endure the tortuous fiasco, I like to refer to as 'our marriage'."
I felt a tear come to my eye, but managed to avoid it from falling. I certainly could empathize with him. "I know what you mean."
"Well, I've given up on monogamy. I've discovered that it just doesn't work."
"Really?" I asked.
"Yes. After my wife left me for that bastard, I took a little of the money I had left from our settlement to go to Tibet on a voyage of self-discovery."
"What did you learn?"
"A lot of things," he laughed. "One of the most important things I learned is that I cannot simply find fulfillment in others. I have to find it in myself."
"Sounds kind of lonely," I murmured.
"Not at all. I share that sense of fulfillment with others."
"Yes. She's a great girl and I think since we connected she's on the right road."
"Maybe, though I share your concern that she may not be ready to let go of what she has."
"What do you mean, 'let go'?"
"She's not happy because she has lived kind of a sheltered life. She needs to decide if she's ready for an extreme change."
"You mean like cheating?"
"Among other things," he smiled cryptically. "Oh, I noticed that things are starting to get busy. I wouldn't want you to get in trouble with that bastard boss of yours," he smiled, standing up.
"You know Vic?"
"Better than I care to," he said, giving the first grim expression I had seen him make. "Well it was a pleasure to meet you, Becky. I hope we can be friends."
"I'd like that," I smiled, as he was shaking my hand, before he let go of it and walked away.
It was at the exact moment that I realized that he had been holding my hand the entire time. As he walked away, I started to feel an emptiness wash over me followed by a fog. I quickly shook my head to clear the cobwebs and proceeded to a customer who had just sat down.
The next morning, Mr. Bloom was seated and I saw him talking to Janey. She looked a bit worried as she walked away. I approached her.
"Hey Janey, what's up?"
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