Date: Thu, 1 Sep 2016 12:17:24 -0400
From: Ronnie <lakesinclairsstories@gmail.com>
Subject: "Make mine to go" Chapter 1

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"Make mine to go"
Chapter One

I hate eating at restaurants alone.  I have avoided it for many years.  The
wait staff seem to shun single diners, thinking their tips will be low.
Also, in your larger chain establishments, the managers are worried about
seating counts.  I have watched many people go ahead of me that arrived
after I did because they have a party of two or more.  I was asked twice if
I had rather eat at the bar.  I decided this one time that I was going to
hold out.  I wanted a table or a booth.  The only reason that I am even
here is that I was given a gift certificate and it was already about four
years old.


Finally, seated and my order placed, I had the same fear that I usually
got.  Everyone was looking at me saying "poor guy can't even get someone to
eat with him".  Sure I could get plenty to go and eat with me but it would
come in groups and I always had to foot the entire bill.  So look on folks
I held out for a table and I am not going to let you ruin my evening.  I
and my family are well known in my hometown and luckily I didn't see anyone
that I knew.  I wont have to hear.  "We saw Lee at the restaurant eating
alone."


I was in marketing and also hospitality business for years.  After my drink
was delivered and my meal ordered I scanned the menu.  Most patrons do not
know that items are placed on a menu at certain focal points.  The most
profitable dishes are strategically placed so that you see them first.
Most people don't realize also that the first item they read the
description of is generally the item they order.  The noises of the
customers was soothing in ways.  I eat most all of my meals alone and spend
a lot of time alone.  Even though they were not at my table in a
conversation with me I felt as though I was not alone.  Little did I know
that my whole world would change in the matter of about two minutes.

Sitting at the table scanning the menu and the little drink and dessert
menu, I was lost in the conversations around me.  I didn't hear what they
were saying nor did I want to but it was voices.  Out of the corner of my
eye, I saw a child that was I would guess about three or four running down
the row of tables.  To my surprise the child ran up to my table and grabbed
my leg and lay his head down on my lap.  Naturally I raised my hands
slightly as if the cops had guns on me.  There was no way being a gay man
that I was going to touch a child that I did not know, and with a full
restaurant watching.

This is still the South and I didn't want to be stoned by the mob of bible
slinging women that had a few too many daiquiri's.  I know the trick.  The
order a virgin daiquiri loud enough for others to hear but whisper, "with a
double shot of rum."    I looked around to see if an irate Mom or Dad would
be headed my way with their fist balled.  "Hey buddy.  Where is you mommy
and daddy ?"  As I looked up from him waiting for an answer I spotted a
toddler probably under two headed in the same direction.  As the toddler
made it to me the little boy hugging my leg said "Mommy and daddy dead" was
all he said.  Deer in the headlights look would be calm compared to the
expression I probably had.  My heart had stopped beating and I couldn't
breath.  I was brought back to my senses with a toddler pulling on my shirt
and then raising his hands and saying "up".  O.k. Lee why didn't you stay
home and eat something out of the fridge.

I raised four children by myself that were just left at my home.  I also
baby sit for my niece who at this point has a two and half year old boy and
a three month old girl.  So dealing with children comes naturally to me.
Without thinking I reach down and pick the toddler up and place him on my
side.  Not easy in a setting position.  The toddler lays his head on my
shoulder with his face pressed into my neck. I can feel every breath he
takes on the side of my neck.  About that time I look up and my heart stops
again.

Coming towards me is the most handsome man that I have ever seen but with a
diaper bag over his shoulder.  They usually hire the hottest men for models
and porn stars but they missed this one.  The look on his face was
concerning.  Not sure if it was fear, anger, rage or what.   But it was the
most handsome face.  I watched as he walked my way and thought "holy
crap".  I am not sure if this hunk is commando or if he is just packed so
tight that his package has to move with his body.  A small hand on the side
of my face brought me back to earth.  "Lee you are toast" is all I could
think.  This 6' 3" Greek God was walking your way and you are a gay man
with his two children.  I would have welcomed the town chat of Lee eating
alone at this point.

"Come on boys lets leave the nice man alone...and PLEASE don't run away
from Papa anymore."  First question answered.  He is their grandfather.  He
walked up and sort of leaned on the table and I could tell that he almost
fell asleep just standing there.  "The kids are fine.  Set down for a
minute and take a load off and just breath for a minute." I said.  A slight
smile came across that beautiful face and he sat down with a long moan.
"Thank You" he said.  A scent of something came by my nose and I knew
exactly what it was.  "I think someone has a present that needs attention
here." I said.  "Ah crap not again.  Give him here." he said.

"No you just set there.  If you aren't afraid of letting me handle this you
just give me the diaper bag." I said.   " Oh by the way my name is Lee." I
said.  "Nice to meet you Lee.  My name is Chris.  The clingy one on your
leg is Alex and the smelly one you're holding is Cody. " Chris said.  "Nice
to meet you Chris.  Alright Cody time to make you smell a little better.  I
said.  I took my other hand and rubbed the side of Alex's cheek.  "You need
to potty little man" I asked.  without lifting his head he nodded yes
sideways on my leg.  " I need to go tell the bartender where I am so he can
let me know when our order is ready.  I got ours to go.  There was no way I
could eat and feed them alone." Chris said.  " You just set here I will
tell the bartender on my way by." I said.


Back at the table with Alex's bladder freshly drained and Cody smelling
much better Chris sat there with an expression on his face that his world
was at an end.  "I wish they would hurry.  I need to try to get home.  Only
about and hour and half to go.  We have been in that car for four days and
I don't know that I can make this last leg but I have to."  Chris said.  I
could see tears starting to form in the corner of his eyes.

As I sat there for a moment and looked at this man-god sitting in front of
me all I wanted to do is hug him and say. " It will be alright Lee is
here." but I just couldn't.  The waiter brought me out of my trance when he
walked up.  "More members of your party ?" he asked.  "Oh no sorry buddy we
ordered ours to go at the bar.  I just had to set down for a minute and
gather my thoughts.  We will move so you can do your job. " Chris said.  My
mind was racing.  Something is wrong here but there is no way that this man
can feed these kids, eat himself and then drive another 100 miles.  I
looked the waiter and said.  "This is your lucky night.  If you do me a
favor your tip will increase and your table will turn quicker.  Go to the
kitchen before they finish mine and "MAKE MINE TO GO"." I said.