Cross Roads

“Listen, boys, I’m lookin’ for six great looking guys who can dance, and who aren’t afraid to get out in front of a crowd. Am I lookin’ at four of them?” She laughed at their attentive expressions. “Ok, this is where you boys get a turn to talk, what do ya think?”

The leader emerged, and asked, “Ok, Lady, tell us more. I can tell you that you’ve hit the jackpot with this group of pretty boys.” He kept his eyes on her while he waved his arm around the table to include all of his friends.

Amused, Gloria continued. “Call me a scout of sorts. Have you boys been to Sticks?”

They admitted that they had not ventured out to explore other places. They were comfortable at Templetons, and saw no reason to try another place.

Gloria’s eyes widened as she leaned into the table to tell them a secret that was not meant for other ears. “What I want is very simple, I’m lookin’ for six hunks to stand on the stage of Sticks and dance their little hearts out, entertaining both women and men. The women, of course, will enjoy you for the way you look, but the men will be interested because of the humorous reputation you’re gonna have. You see, I want you to wear nothin’ but red boxer shorts, and your name will be the Boxer Boys. So, what do ya think?  Are ya interested in auditioning?”

The young men at the table stared at her in disbelief before breaking out into loud laughter that could be heard as far away as Templeton’s table. “You’re either crazy, or this is a joke,” the leader spoke for them.

She abruptly rose out of her chair. “Ok, I’ll keep lookin’.  Thanks for your time.” And turning around, she began to make her way to another table.

The spokesperson jumped out of his chair and ran to head her off.