Billy, the inspired host, had sat us in a darkish corner of the restaurant, one seemingly reserved for a tryst of sorts. The evening was so far, very good. Three weeks had passed since our Starbucks rendezvous. Our busy schedules had prohibited an earlier follow-up. We’d texted, talked a few times, but nary a word regarding ex-wife issues.
Frankly, I was okay with that.
Several years ago, an ex-girlfriend of a guy I was dating called threatening to barbeque her bird if he didn’t come over immediately. Naturally I was not eager to be responsible for the passing of her pet parakeet, so I shoved him out the door to prevent this casualty. Since then, I decided early boundaries are the way to go.
And that’s what I told Strawberry when halfway through my arugula and goat cheese salad he cautiously broached the forbidden subject. I quickly advised him against any specifics, and he agreed. Not that I wasn’t curious. That dang wind had seen to that. Maybe later.
And that’s what I told Strawberry when halfway through my arugula and goat cheese salad he cautiously broached the forbidden subject. I quickly advised him against any specifics, and he agreed. Not that I wasn’t curious. That dang wind had seen to that. Maybe later.
Still, I liked him. And he seemed to like me. Therefore, it was no surprise as we walked toward my car at evening’s end that my heart pulsated. The time had arrived. Will he or won’t he? There was excessive walking traffic and I wasn’t sure how he felt about our privacy becoming public. Apparently it wasn’t a problem.
Strawberry chose his moment while I searched for my keys. As he swung my body around, I was relieved to have forsaken my flippers for a more stylish, superior sandal, one that guaranteed solid footing. My pivot was as smooth as that martini. And the kiss was even better, ranking a very high score in kiss craft.
Once we came up for air, I said, “I’d better go.” Lest I lose the grip I’d gained.
“Okay. I’ll call you.” And I knew he, too, kept his promises.
Evidently Strawberry was not the only one with issues. There was one waiting for me on my home phone.
“Hi sweetie, it’s Colin. Remember me?” he uncomfortably giggled. “I know. I know. It’s been awhile, but I was thinking about you and thought I’d call…”
Is five years awhile?
Colin had unbelievable timing.
I spread my hands across my face and said a very unladylike word. Several times. Driven to the fridge, I opened it with defiance. Then, spotting my weapon, I reached in and slid my teeth into a nice plump strawberry, letting the juice drizzle down my chin.
to be continued...
