unclegraysius

Yes, that was your Uncle Graysius striding through Jake's in his kilt last night.

Oh! the magic it works on the ladies.

With her beige, polo-shirted mate blathering on about golf, or cars, or Disney cruise ships, she sneaks a glance as Uncle Graysius approaches.

He is ready. He catches her gaze, raising his eyebrows in concert with a sly teasing grin. Caught ya, ye bonnie lass! She averts her eyes, but Uncle Graysius holds his focus. She cannot resist a second look, and risk a smile of acknowledgement.

Uncle Graysius flicks a nod her way.

Thank you, milady.