So The Saint, Jennifer Aniston and Courtney Cox walk into a bar...
The Saint orders a Rob Roy and sits at the bar. He is approached by Courtney Cox after a few minutes.
C: Can I join you?
ST: Why of course, what can I get you?
C: Oh I'll have what you're having.
ST: Oh it's quite an unusual drink... it's an acquired taste.
ST: Henry, could you please get Ms. Cox one of these?
Henry: Right away Mr. Templar.
ST: You sure you are up for this, I mean a strange man and a strange drink all at once?
C: (she grins) you don't seem so very strange.
ST: Wait till you taste the drink (he grins warmly)
C: You know, it's funny but you look oddly familiar
ST: That is funny because you look beautifully familiar
C: (laughing) yeah...I cannot go anywhere...I cannot believe this bar is empty.
ST: Well except for your beautiful friend over there.
C: Really, she says, letting her dark hair fall across one eye, you think she is beautiful?
ST: Oh she's cute, and you are not allowed to tell her I said that ( I say noting her high cheekbones and the line of her jaw).
C: Okay I won't, (she says leaning in a bit flirtatiously) but why do you look so familiar.
ST: How is your drink?
C: You're evading
ST: Perhaps...
C: Oh God...sputtering a bit (laughing)
ST: I told you, here let me get you a nice Bordeaux.
ST: Henry, a glass of Latour '68 for my guest.
C: So why so mysterious?
ST: I assure you I am not.
I know she is married, so I put my normal thoughts on hold and just enjoy the flirting which becomes more and more intense. True, in an unsaintly moment I wonder how in the hell she could be attracted to what's-his-name.
I thank her for her company and escort her back to her table and leave.
As I walk down the street I am haunted by her look, her smell, her way.
Why am I drawn to this woman and not the other?
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