Lexi is the youngest and cutest waitress where I work. She is only 20yo which means she is always the youngest person in the building on a Friday or Saturday night. Recall that I referred to her as cute. She's probably about 5'3" 115lbs with nice round butt, smallish breasts, very pretty hair, face, and eyes. I would rank her an hb8 simply because I generally opt for more voluptuousness.

She is a bit different from the rest of the more worn and jaded crew: doesn’t flirt for tips or turn on the insta-whore for attention. She dates a soft-looking, fairly well-to-do customer in his mid-30s who also has two kids. He often hangs out and just kinda blue-pills all over the place. Lexi told me that he is the only man she has ever been with. Maybe, but she seems to be a prodigy in the understanding of a beta-bucks, since he is paying much of her way through nursing school.

She has always been very friendly with me and also with my wife who visits occasionally … far so good.

However, two weeks ago I had missed Friday night because of school related responsibilities; you will recall I am a teacher. When I showed up Saturday, she ran up and jumped in my arms and wrapped her legs around my waist. This Saturday she did the same thing and when I sat down with the other bouncers, she came up and sat on my knee while we chatted before our shift began. I really don’t know why, but I instinctively rubbed her back and shoulders. I promise it was not consciously sexual on my part. She is 30 years younger than me and significantly younger than my son and daughter-in-law.

At the end of our shift when the 2am ugly lights came on and the DJ started playing “No Woman No Cry,” all of the remaining patrons and staff find someone with whom they can slow-dance. I tend to be helping drunks to their Uber about this time. Lexi came up to me and said, “dance with me please.” I did and she put her head on my shoulder. I still thought that this was some sort of father daughter thing, but when the song ended, she tried to kiss me square on the mouth. I turned and her effort landed harmlessly on my hirsute cheek. Lexi looked at me and teared-up. She turned, left, and started gathering shot-glasses.

I told my wife about the whole thing. I asked her if it was possible that a 20yo girl could feel some sort of way for an ugly old brute like myself. She replied, “a woman never knows what’s going to make her wet.”