You're going to pick up the phone and call me. You will call under the guise of just chatting until you work up the nerve to ask me out. And I will say yes.
You will choose a nice local place where we can wear real clothes, like grown-ups. You will pick me up at my place, park the car and ring the bell. I will come downstairs, ready to go, in a dress, heels, make-up & hair done to casual perfection.
On the ride over there will be some nervous chatter, some witty banter; we will try to act as if this is just another date and not something we're both looking forward to. At the restaurant our table is not ready, so we sit at the bar for 10 minutes and wait. I consider flirting with the bartender, as I'm wont to do, but decide not to out of respect for you.
We have a drink; I forgo my usual Jack and Coke for a glass of wine; tonight is not a night for drunkenness. As soon as the wine is poured, the hostess informs us that the table is ready. We move over to the corner, an intimate spot, and I'm tempted to slip her a $20 for such foresight. All of a sudden, I feel more relaxed. We will not be on display tonight.
As the waiter tells us the specials and makes sure we're settled, there's a moment of awkward silence. Inside, I begin to panic. I don't know how to break the ice and search the napkin on my lap for an answer. After all this, I have no idea how to speak to you. I hear The Voices fretting about losing cool points and sweat begins to accumulate on my brow.
Then I take a chance and look up for a moment and you're looking at me, too. And you're just you. You're not larger than life; this date will not decide the rest of our lives. Wars won't be fought over it and history books will not include its occurrence. We're just two people on a first date hoping that it will go really well.
Because we genuinely like each other.
And right when I've finally thought of something clever to say, you speak first. You pull no punches, go right in for the kill, aim directly at my heart taking no prisoners. You want this to be the first of many dates and after those three excruciating minutes of silence you say so.
"I really enjoyed your story."
*smooches...expecting that call any day now*
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and if you're thinking this was directed at you, it probably was.
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I guess this might require you to have a phone that works and another phone you actually turn on.
We're gonna have to call you something else.
@tyrone- is that a dig at my phone??? I will have you know I can RECEIVE calls I just can't text or the phone shuts itself off. HMPH!
@smarty- whateva. you know you wanna co-sign on this!
I approve the dynamics of that Date.
I was a WONDERFUL dater. I miss that.
Is this you applying my 'Field of Dreams' theory? Because I think it'll work for you. Just look at me and Idris. *sigh* *Barry White interlude*
"If you build it, they will come."
@the ink- I need to stop be-friending married folk...I think I caught "monogamy"
@bangs- you keep inspiring me to do a great many things- comb my hair, wear make-up, get dressed, stop drinking, follow thru on crap and now, "building it" so that "he" *ahem*JOHN CUSACK*ahem* will come
...and then you woke up because, in the end, he says. "I wish I could read".
LOL!
I think this is the first time I've you've mentioned heels. no Doc Martens? what the hell is going on with the world?
I'm just saying - help the universe out a little bit.
That was awesome. Very sweet, so full of longing and I felt like I could almost feel the butterflies in my own stomach getting a little giddy.
Dope. Very inspirational, although I didn't peg you for the mushy type. Was this inspired by V-day or a late-night Cusack movie binge?
Aww this was sweet. I miss these kind of dates. I'm sure you'll get the call soon enough!
i love your writing...
Dammit. Now I want to go on a date.
*now winks at every good-smelling man that walks past*
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