Business casual attire, reading a book, always here by himself….We see each other here all the time. He’s walking this way, oh crap now what? Keep your head down Nichole, you’re reading…..footsteps audibly closer…heart beating faster…..”Good morning.” Wait. Who is he talking to?…..Snap out of it Nichole!…. “Good morning.”
Rob (not his real name) continues to chat me up for the next hour….Tall, broad shoulders, articulate, & handsome, so I zoned out a few times…but got out of my own head and came back to the conversation just in time for “would you like to have dinner sometime?”
Interesting. Rob skipped past the invitation to join him for a second cup of coffee, fast forwarded right past lunch and went for the jugular….DINNER! Smooth. I teased him a bit about his approach before I said yes.
Date Night….
Call me paranoid, but since I don’t really “know you” “know you”, I suggested we meet in a public place. I won’t say where…Wal-Mart. Anyway, from there, we could ride together. I think Rob wanted to impress me with his classic convertible car. However, the CCC (classic convertible car) had no AC. No AC in Texas? That’s when I knew this was going to be a HOT DATE!
Are you ok? What I wanted to say was…..“Oh yes, I enjoy ‘melting’ with the top down when it’s still 95 degrees at 6 in the evening. I also enjoy sweating. It releases the bodies impurities. I guess you didn’t notice that I’m a little overdressed for the sauna. This is a silk blouse….and I spent an hour on hair and makeup, only to have my hair sweated out and my makeup melted off by the time we get to the restaurant. We are not the Flintstones. Come on Rob, you should know better.”
What I actually said was “Yes, I’m ok. Thanks.”
When we made it to the restaurant…
What I wanted to say was….“do you have showers here?”
What I actually said was “I would like to freshen up. Where is the ladies room?”
I wish I could say dinner was a huge improvement from the HOT DATE car ride into downtown, but it wasn’t. All I could think about was the hot car ride home and the very noticeable armpit sweat stains that would later result in me trashing my blouse. I didn’t want to eat or drink too much, because I didn’t want to be nauseous on the carnival ride home. No church hug for you, Rob! In fact, you owe me $50 dollars for this blouse.
When asked if I wanted to order dessert…..
What I actually said was….“No thank you. I’m full.”
What I wanted to say was…. “May I have a wet towel and a cup of ice to go, please?”
Nichole Deal
