after a sumptuous meal of food he struggled to pronounce and ate with chopsticks

    he earned a cookie

                              slightly tanned slightly open  as inviting as a vanilla woman

laid beside the bill

begging his hand

he picked it up

inhaled its scent

                     the passionate scent of a vanilla woman

gently pried it  gently

brittle

       it snaps open

then savoring before eating

he read the freed fortune

                             finally 

words he doesnt struggle to pronounce

                                           You have the reputation . . .  Nuts yet again his reputation getting picked on

his date asked What’s your fortune?

                                        if quick he would have said You are 

My fortune

she purses her lips theyre fetching 

I  I have the reputation for being . . .

                                          he dangles it deliciously

sips his green tea swishes the warm vanilla body part he nibbled  its tucked to his cheek   and swallows

Yes. Your reputation for being . . .  she inquires smiling   dimples

Straight forward and honest

    Hmmm.  Is that true?

he smiles sips more tea the vanilla cookie gone

                                                   Sure

Woudya care to catch a movie at my place

                                              the right Chinese Fortune shouldnt be wasted

he carries that fortune in his wallet

                                      right beside

one

     of several free yellow-coloured Banana slug rubbers he stuffed in his jacket pocket when he picked his daughter up from UC Santa Cruz health center where she worked

830PM-ish,  Saturday,  2  12. 06

1927,  Sunday,  24  11. 24