We had planned to meet on Sunday. I called him yesterday evening to get the details. He was out with his friends and he sounded distracted. I told him to call me back in the morning, “I’m awake by 7 so you can call pretty much anytime.”
“7am? Heh! I won’t get back to my house until 4am!”
“Well, call me when you wake up and we can make plans.”
The morning came and went. Erin invited me to her house for a barbecue and since I hadn’t heard from him, I figured I might as well accept. At 3:00 as I was heading out the door to Erin’s the phone rang. He wanted to meet me.
“How about 8:00 in Doylestown?”
“I was hoping to be home by 8:00, I have so much work to do.”
“I can’t go any earlier, I am on my way to a barbecue with friends”
“I thought we had plans.”
“I did too but you never called until just now.”
“I thought it was clear we had plans and I didn’t want to be out late.”
“That is a shame, I was looking forward to meeting you, maybe we can meet another time.”
“Next week is bad for me.”
“We could meet next Monday.”
“I can’t do it Monday.”
“How about Sunday.”
“I save Sunday for my family.”
“Well, call me when your schedule clears.”
“Maybe I can do tonight, I’ll just have to do my work earlier but it’s gonna be hard with the sun out…”
“Look, do your work, if you get it done call me and we’ll go out– Good bye.”
I went to Erin’s BBQ and had a great time. It was so nice seeing everyone. We ate and drank and laughed and then he called.
“I finished my work, I will leave now and I’ll meet you in Doylestown in 45 minutes.”
“OK”
Why did I say OK? Why? I left the party and took off directly to Doylestown. I spent most of the trip wondering if I could use the bathroom at Starbucks to wash up. I found a parking space immediately. As I applied lipstick using the rear view mirror he called.
“I can’t find parking and I don’t know where I am.”
“There’s tons of parking just off Main Street”
“This is just so confusing.”
“Look, just park and I will find you.”
“I am at Main and Ashland.”
I took off walking. At Main and Ashland I saw a red jeep with a guy sitting in it. I waved my hand and the guy waved back but he didn’t get out of the car. I walked up to the passenger side window which was closest to the sidewalk. He rolled down the window.
“Is that you?”
“Yeah”
“I’m Donna.”
“Oh”
“Are you going to get out of the car?”
“Well, I thought maybe you wanted me to follow you somewhere.”
“No, I thought we would find a restaurant or bar here in town.”
“Oh, okay.”
He got out of the car and he was actually a very nice looking guy. He wasn’t dressed up or anything but he had a very nice looking face. I tried very hard to smile and seem happy. We went to a restaurant and had dinner. We talked. The bill came. It sat on the table. I got out my wallet and said, “I will have to pay my half with my credit card because I don’t have any cash on me.”
“That’s fine,” he said.
We left the restaurant and I led him back to his car.
“It was nice meeting you.” I stuck out my hand. Instead of shaking it, he hugged me.
“Well, call me if you want to hang out again” he said as he got into his car.
“OK” I said as I walked away. I made my way back to my car in the darkness.
i cant believe u left my bbq 2 drive an hr 2 meet a man who wont get out of their car to say hello and meet u, and lets u pay for half your meal and then has you walk him to the car…and u have 2 walk back 2 your car alone in the dark!!!!where are his manners..i dont care how pretty his face is????
Sorry, any guy that would let you walk back to your car in the dark isn’t much of a gentleman in my book. Plus he should have paid the check!!! I’m all for letting a woman buy on occassion – if she wants – but you had no cash. Come on guy!!!! Sorry, just my two 1/2 cents.
sweet life
Happy Memorial Day!!! Have a blessed and safe day!
Sounds like you’re ready to trade up.
I think you and I would do well together.
We can talk about the merits of Intel’s dual-core processors and how much faster CAD software runs on the silicon.
In all seriousness, I don’t know as much about cinema as you, but am amenable to learning.
All I have to say is this: jack. ass.
Love, or the potential of love, certainly clouds the decision making process. The outcome was predictable prior to reaching the end of the post. The cost of arranging the meet was extraordinary (the company of your true friends). The question is, if he called you tomorrow, would you accept a second date. Probably – afterall, who could resist a pretty face. C’est la Vie
I would definitely resist a second date. In fact, resistance wouldn’t figure into it all. He is not the man for me so what would be the point in spending more time with him?