I was eating at an amazing Japanese restaurant recently. Sansei Hawaii. So we're eating our edamame or whatever and these hot girls walk in. Now when I say hot, I don't mean in a wholesome way. Or even Sports Illustrated Swimsuit way. Or even Maxim. They were at least strippers. Very collagen-y.
So these ladies strut in followed by these- I don't think douchebag is quite strong enough, Dill weeds. Huge Gold watches, Chest hair, Italian loafers. Cells phones-a-blazin'.
They sit down.
"I can't believe how much we drank today. And we all look fabulous. I swear I'm not an alcoholic."
After awhile the dudes go out for a smoke. I took this opportunity to use the facilities too. The dudes took awhile. While they were gone, the girls called the dudes out on the patio.
"Where are you? We totally thought you'd left, or something. Anyway, we're gonna order some sushi."
Now I realize this isn't the most exciting dialogue. It isn’t. Not by a long shot. It’s the dynamic of this group. Why are two gorgeous/sleazy girls breaking bread with two dudes like this? Money? Action? They’re paid accompany guys? Who knows.
It was a total mismatch. I will take a stab at the profession of the guys.
Aston Martin salesmen
Persian Rug importers
Owners of a strip club
Owners of a night club
Situations like this fascinate me.