Love Note - 07/25/2018
It's Release Day for Man Buns!
Why did I write about a man's buns? Is that the question of the day?
Well... I can't remember the exact moment I decided to write this story, but I know when the title came to me via recommendations, an entire story unraveled in my head. I always like to have a reason behind what I write though, and a moral of the story. So, here it is...
I've been to Hooters as "the cool girl" who couldn't care less about other women's boobs dangling in my face. Except, how can any woman not compare herself to all the perkiness? Needless to say, I highly doubt most women leave Hooters feeling good about themselves— unless they're gifted, in shape, a former employee or a current one. Not to say we aren't all perfect, because...duh, we are, and that doesn't depend on our size or shape! Plus, I don't know about you, but as a woman, big boobs aren't all they're cracked up to be. Actually, they're annoying. (Sorry to any of the men reading this -- kinda.)
This isn't a rant, I swear. I have a point haha.
I know there are strip clubs and blah blah, all that crap, but there isn't a big chain like Hooters for women to frequent—a place where we would go into a restaurant, eat wings and drool over well-supported and well-defined junk. I've heard there's a restaurant around, or used to be one like what I'm describing, but I've never seen one so this is my story haha.
In reality, there are two types of women. One who wants to eat their dinner without dangling bits in their face, and there are others who might enjoy the view of sweaty, tan abs, and tight shorts the size of a condom wrapper. I have my characters cover those bases in Man Buns, don't worry ;).
Denver, the main character, found himself in this uptight, unbreathable, sticky situation, but he needs the money to support his daughter now that he's parted ways with Marines. When the angel is in your ear telling you to do what's right, even if it's for less money, and then the devil is telling you you're hot, flaunt it, and just take the money, we all know which way it typically ends up.
The only problem is ... the girl of Denver's dreams isn't a big supporter of half-naked waiters flaunting their junk and burgers at the same time. How is he supposed to convince her that this lifestyle is totally normal—that he's done good things in his past, and it should definitely make up for what he's doing now? Sorry, that was a run-on sentence, but that's Denver's mindset.
Bottom line...the other women want him, but the one who isn't into Magic Men, is the one Denver wants. We all want what we can't have, so what do we do? The answer your thinking of may be easier said than done, so you'll have to read to find out the rest :).
If there's a moral of my story ... leave your clothes on when you're serving burgers. You never know who's going to catch you with you pants down and run away screaming lol.