“Hi handsome,” the redhead said, coming to a stop in front of Jim. She was a looker and very used to having her way. Uninvited, she sat down between Jim and me, just like another redhead I recalled. The first redhead remarked about my looks to my future wife; this one gave me hell about my looks in front of Jim. Twice I tried politely to get her to leave. She was just too pretty and important to listen to some big bearded cowboy. A legend in her own mind, I suppose. I swear until she opened her mouth, she was beautiful, but she made fun of my hat, my boots, and even rambled about my pretty white-handled pistols…. Miss Pretty and I lasted about another thirty seconds. Robert brought her a glass of champagne while she asked Jim how he could stand to be in the company of someone with such an ugly vest. That did it; …. So just like years before with the other pretty redhead, my hand snaked out; clink, over went the full glass of champagne “accidentally” spilling in her lap.

              The Endless Times series, Volume Two: Murphys Diggins page 14

This real-life story stands out in my mind, because in all honesty, how often in life does an ordinary guy get over on a really attractive woman, and in a bar to boot? Pretty women just seem to get their way in public, especially in a bar; if a beautiful woman yells loud enough, some idiot, right or wrong, will come to her defense, then it’s war.



My future wife and I went to a bar on our first date; my future ex was as Jim described her: “showcase material” and so were her friends. I was introduced to a knockout redhead, who looked me up and down and then promptly made pointed remarks about me and my overalls. Can you imagine that? They were patched, but clean, and one of my two pairs of pants. Out went my hand, and clink over went her glass into that pretty lap. Her look of amazement made my year, I can still see her wheels spinning: how could anyone do this to me, Me?