In Which I Visit The Girls In Orange
I had always been curious, intrigued even, but I never had the right moment or partner in crime, but than, as if by magic, the stars aligned, cogs were set into motion, and finally, I was able to go to Hooters.
Before you all go giving me nasty looks let me clarify something. In no way was my interest in Hooters lascivious or salacious, I did not want to ogle the wait staff. I wanted to see how an eatery such as Hooters could brag about being family-friendly AND well known for hiring the chestiest of best, the duality of it, like Two Face, is what drew me to it. That being said, I did end up ogling the wait staff.
I had told Laura about my interest in Hooters and we made plans to go.
Laura and I have a very interesting relationship, she is a pansexual polyamours queer with no specific tie to gender and I am heterosexual monogamous vanilla boy. Needless to say our friendship is fraught with sexual tension, unfortunately there are just too many complications and lines that would have to be crossed.
The three of us, her, me and our sexual tension, piled into her car and drove to Hooters.
I can now see how the double edged sword of family fun and boobs can exist. Although the shorts maybe short (and REALLY fucking orange) and the shirts may be tight, but no one under the age of 10 is going to get that, they may wonder why dad won't make eye contact with the waitress.
Once my original interest was sated, I have to admit, I admired the physical forms of the waitresses in a less than shiny way. The waitresses were stunning, beautiful, knock-outs everyone of them and not in a cheesy and tacky way like you would think, but completely and simply mind bogglingly gorgeous. On top of being triumphantly beautiful they all seemed rather nice and honestly friendly, normally when I go to a restaurant and ask my waiter or waitress what they would pick they roll their eyes and act as if I have asked them to pick out a college and coffin, but the Hooters girls gladly listed their favorite desserts in order of most favorite to least.
I have to admit, I still felt like a pig every time I caught myself checking one of them out, but I imagine that the actions of men much worse than I had left them jaded towards any unintentional ass ogling that might happen on the slant.
The food was amazing, heart clogging, cheese coated and bacon slathered, like getting your blood exchanged with grease, delicious, delicious grease.
Between the delicious food, the great service and decent prices (we had a heaping bowl of tater tots, a burger, onion rings and a slice of peanut butter pie for $20) I highly recommend Hooters.
Before you all go giving me nasty looks let me clarify something. In no way was my interest in Hooters lascivious or salacious, I did not want to ogle the wait staff. I wanted to see how an eatery such as Hooters could brag about being family-friendly AND well known for hiring the chestiest of best, the duality of it, like Two Face, is what drew me to it. That being said, I did end up ogling the wait staff.
I had told Laura about my interest in Hooters and we made plans to go.
Laura and I have a very interesting relationship, she is a pansexual polyamours queer with no specific tie to gender and I am heterosexual monogamous vanilla boy. Needless to say our friendship is fraught with sexual tension, unfortunately there are just too many complications and lines that would have to be crossed.
The three of us, her, me and our sexual tension, piled into her car and drove to Hooters.
I can now see how the double edged sword of family fun and boobs can exist. Although the shorts maybe short (and REALLY fucking orange) and the shirts may be tight, but no one under the age of 10 is going to get that, they may wonder why dad won't make eye contact with the waitress.
Once my original interest was sated, I have to admit, I admired the physical forms of the waitresses in a less than shiny way. The waitresses were stunning, beautiful, knock-outs everyone of them and not in a cheesy and tacky way like you would think, but completely and simply mind bogglingly gorgeous. On top of being triumphantly beautiful they all seemed rather nice and honestly friendly, normally when I go to a restaurant and ask my waiter or waitress what they would pick they roll their eyes and act as if I have asked them to pick out a college and coffin, but the Hooters girls gladly listed their favorite desserts in order of most favorite to least.
I have to admit, I still felt like a pig every time I caught myself checking one of them out, but I imagine that the actions of men much worse than I had left them jaded towards any unintentional ass ogling that might happen on the slant.
The food was amazing, heart clogging, cheese coated and bacon slathered, like getting your blood exchanged with grease, delicious, delicious grease.
Between the delicious food, the great service and decent prices (we had a heaping bowl of tater tots, a burger, onion rings and a slice of peanut butter pie for $20) I highly recommend Hooters.