This story is a work of fiction. Although it is dedicated to somebody very special Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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'Twas the night before Christmas, and I felt lonely and all alone in my apartment. It was the first year in many that I didn't have a live-in girlfriend to keep me company, and the only things I could find on the TV was religious shows, cartoons, or 100 year old movies. I could have put in a video tape, and tried, but that didn't satisfy my loneliness.
So I hopped in my car and went looking for something open on Christmas eve, which was like looking for a needle in a haystack. I really didn't know what I was looking for, maybe just some other lonely people, but I found this dinner that never closes.
When I saw the name in bright lights, and the picture of the waffle, I decided to stop. Pulling into the parking lot I noticed only a few cars, probably from the help who were forced to work and had no family.
Entering I noticed a couple of men discussing how badly their football team was doing, and a pretty young girl sitting at the counter concentrating on her cup of coffee.
Asking, with a big smile to the waitress "do I need reservations?" Which brought a smile to everybody, as I took a seat close to the pretty young girl.
"Yes" the waitress said, "and how big is your party?" with a giggle.
As I sat there I allowed my eyes to take in the scenic tour of the young girl and noticed that she had a cute figure. A little thinner than I usually like, but on a lonely night she would help pass the night.
Of course as I got a better look at the waitress in her tight uniform, her fuller figure had many possibilities, but knowing she would probably have to work all night I gave up on the idea. I didn't fancy sitting in a restaurant all night in the hope of a little girl to girl fun.
I don't have the appearance of a lesbian, or so I've been told so trying to strike up a conversation with the pretty girl at the counter didn't raise any eyebrows, but I was getting nowhere fast.
Every time I tried to get a response out of her, all I got was one word answers, even trying to talk about the weather, which always gets a response, all I heard was either yes or no.