a pat goodnight

as me and the boys are making our way out, i head over to frania. she's setting drinks down at a table. i come up from behind and rest my right hand on her back. she turns around and looks at me a little surprised. my other hand is held out with the now crumpled note awaiting her attention. "this is for you," i say. she lifts the note from my palm, smiles, and says "thank you." i smile back, pat her on the stomach, and wish her a good nite.

i still feel odd about it - patting her stomach. something about it makes me feel uneasy and sleazy. too personal a touch for not knowing each other. note to self - leave hands off stomachs; aim higher or lower in the future.