Hotter than Hot

You know what’s hotter than hot?  It’s not abs.  Not eyes.  Not arms or thighs or even a well-shaped butt that is high and tight.  (OK, I lied.  That last one is kind of hot.)  I’ll tell you hat’s hotter than hot.  It’s banter.

I love banter.  Banter, when done masterfully, is as good as it gets.  I consider myself the Queen of Banter, don’t you know?  So when someone can step up, accept a challenge to go toe to toe with me, ignite the twinkle in their eye, cock their head, and give me a run for my money, I am all in.  All in, I tell you!  Bring it.

If you can forsake all others for a moment in time, and point by point match me on wide-ranging topics such as micro-brewed beer, marriage equality, art, Milwaukee’s restaurant scene, the glaring truth that no one cares about the Bucks, the glaring truth that it is not possible to care too much about the Brewers, the Pope, and then end it all with a Shakespeare quote, I’m pretty much all yours.  Do it all with a layer of sass and sarcasm?  I mean really, just take me now.  I’m a puddle.

And sometimes when this happens, your friends whisk you away from a perfectly beautiful match of banter to go eat a mediocre (at best) meal at a restaurant you hate.  While disappointing at the outset, that’s okay too. Because the second best thing to it actually happening is having an encounter that reminds you it will happen again.

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2 responses to “Hotter than Hot

  1. Yes, let the man step up to a smart sassy woman's soliloquy on a topic of her choice.
    Brilliant!

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  2. That comment was from me
    ~ Jane Markham

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