Mistress Can't Resist

We have been enjoying time on the mountain, and with our sometimes grumpy and contrarian daughter here in the Southwest. The weather has been unusually warm - good for sunbathing in the yard - but a little hard on the snow.

Of course sometimes the close proximity of our college girl can get a little troublesome.

"I think I've called you "slave" a couple of times when she might have heard, slave...."

"Hopefully she had her ear buds on, or was too busy texting to pay attention. I mean, parents are boring, right?"

Then there was last night, at a local watering hole, where one of our favorite local performers holds court behind the piano (and mandolin and guitar) every Wednesday night.  It' the sort of place where people share tables, dance, and enjoy time with family, friends and strangers, who won't stay "strange" for long.

By the end of the evening we were chatting up a family - A Father-in-law, son-in-law and his cute young daughter at the adjoining table, in town for some spring skiing.  The older man - mid-50's or so, was some buff, gregarious, and apparently prosperous real estate developer from Tulsa, more than happy to talk about his many holding here, there and everywhere. And he was clearly focused on Mistress, who was, as always, the hottest babe in the room, dressed in a black dress, tights and cowboy boots, accented by some of her turquoise jewelry.

Mistress was clearly enjoying the flirt.... egging the guy on a bit with her engaging smile and questions about his art collection.... apparently they share a favorite local artist.

You could tell our cute Co-Ed was a little taken aback by all this, listening as this fellow boasted about his wealth and lifestyle to impress the hot babe in the black dress who happened to be her Mom.

Slave just sat back, nursed an IPA and enjoyed the music and relished watching Mistress have her fun with Mr. Real Estate Tycoon.

By the end of the evening, he was making sure he had our contact information. I gave him my card because Mistress was cardless, but I suspect it wasn't me he was thinking about when he said "you all need to fly out to Tulsa some weekend and I can show you the town!"

Afterwards, when our daughter was rolling her eyes about her mom spending so much time chatting up her latest admirer, Mistress chalked it up to "marketing".

"You never no where your next client will come from...."

Or cuckolder, for that matter.