Lulu had her tongue tangled in my mouth, like, you know, just foolin'. Always funny seein' how the guys react to barsexuals. See them spill their beer and punch each other on the shoulder.
Guy I knew just by name — Chico — strolls over and says, "Lady, I can guarantee you love. A charm for true love, not just foolin' around."
"Oh, yeah," I say. "Men are always usin' their charms on me. The kind that comes in forty-pound bags to fertilize the roses." My face and attitude can make priests slobber, but I know it's my bubble ass that makes men all horny. Basically, it's a gender thing: Men want to talk point spreads in the football league while women are passionate about relationships. I want to chat about intelligent stuff and all the time they're wondering what my kitty cat looks like. Honestly!
Chico came onto me differently. "Magic," he said.
Oh, sure. "Magic is just another way of sayin' I'm a loser, but it ain't my fault."
Anyway, we got to chattin' over some beers at this place down the Jersey Shore. I think I said something about getting' money to have my car tuned. He showed me a two-dollar bill, rolled it up like a joint and tied a cord around it. "Put this charm around your neck. It'll help you get the three hundred bucks you need. First rule is that charms have to be related to something you're searching for. Money charm for money."
I laughed. A ladylike
tee-hee
. "What do you use for love? A condom?"
Not a good joke. My bad. We left it there and I didn't see Chico for a couple weeks. Fact is I couldn't wait to see him at the bar we call Hard-on Alley. Then one night I looked over Lulu's shoulder while she was rappin' about mascara and eyeliner.
"
Hasta luego,
Lulu. Here's my new man," I say and hop down the bar.
"You won't believe this," I say, puttin' an arm around Chico's neck. "Not only did I get a raise and bonus on my job, but my lottery ticket paid off another four hundred. Your charm worked, so here's your two-dollar bill back."
"Keep it. See, Dawn. Now you believe my charms work."
"Well, I've been bullshitted so many times I'm skittish as a squirrel on the Turnpike."
He nodded. "I know. I've heard what they say about you."
I squinted. "What they say?" and he got all red-faced. "I mean it, man. I want to know what
somebody
says about
me
."
"You won't get pissed?"
I couldn't get really, really mad. Chico invited automatic trust, him with his innocent smile. Doesn't hurt either to have that dark movie star hair fallin' over his left eye. My definition of sexy. Just sayin'.
"Well, those wise ass college boys here call you 'tits on sticks.'" He put his hands in front of his chest to pantomime my breasts.
I sighed. "That is so sexist. Why don't you give them a charm that will make their balls fall off?"
But I was more shook up about this charm thing. My nipples were burstin' with excitement. "Now, tell me the other rules of charms."
He scratched his cheek like he was thinkin', but it might have been acne. "Rule number two is that a charm exercises its magic effects long after the first moment of power has passed. It keeps on working."
"So, I'm gonna keep getting' more money?" Now all my body parts were wakin' up.
He nodded. "I have a love charm, but I don't know if I should...."
"You'd like give it to me? To find true love?"
His head kept bobbin'. "Thing is, like money, it'd be forever. No one-night stands. No short times."
"Please," I whispered my heart's desire. "You don't know how long I been a seeker."
"This," he said, holdin' up a Chinese thingie that was kinda coin-shaped with weird figures. "If you really want it, I'll put it around your neck. But this love is forever. It's a big decision to make."
I held his hands holding the charm and guided them over my head. I could see Lulu down the bar mouthin'
what the effin' hell?
Chico threw a twenty on the bar and took my elbow like it was a steerin' wheel. "Come with me."