I’m not sure there was a Zsa Zsa Gabor moment (that saying that was used on Sex In The City.) I can never remember what it is and I need to write it down.
I got there and he met me with a great big hug and the comment “you look great!” We talked a minute about my car….everybody loves my car. He drove his motorcycle and as far as motorcycles go, it was okay, I guess. I liked the color (sort of royal blue.)
I parked but realized it was a police parking space. I was going to move it to another space and somebody pulled in right in front of me. Damnit!
He got in my car and we drove up the street and parked in a parking lot, got out and then saw all the “towing zone” signs. I finally found a place that required me to parallel park. He had the audacity to ask me if I could do it. I was incensed and considered throwing him out of my car at that instant, but he was remembering that his ex couldn’t park in a straight line. (Don’t you just love having somebody “assume” you’re just like the last one?)
Needless to say, I parked my car perfectly. He said he was impressed. (Damn straight, Skippy…and it’s not going to be the last time you’re going to be impressed.)
It was so strange to see this big, tall man sitting in my front seat. No man has ever been in my car. Loser not only was in my last car, he drove it so I tossed it and got another one. I didn’t want that memory of seeing him or have to touch anything that he had put his cheating hands on. (How was I to know what he had just had those nasty things on?) Yuck!
We walked down to the restaurant and got a table close to the window so he could see if he got a ticket for parking in a policemans’ spot.
He ordered chicken wings (ick) and a Miller Light. I ordered fried pickles and water. He laughed at me and I understood. I had never heard of fried pickles and the first time I saw one, I thought I might throw up in my mouth a little bit but when I tried one, they were actually quite good.
Now, you can’t take them with you because if you try to heat them up, they turn into little crusty pieces of shoe leather.
The food came and before we started eating, he looked at me and said “you know, you look almost exactly the same way you did in high school.” I’m thinking to myself “bullshit.” He said that he recognized me instantly at the reunion last year. He may have been telling the truth because he doesn’t really look that much different than he did in high school. He still has his hair and all of his teeth. I didn’t recognize anybody at the reunion except him and one other girl.
He made the comment that we had both “held up pretty well.”
The inevitable question came up, “did I have children.” I really didn’t know what to say but I smiled and said “yes.” I think he could tell I was hesitant so he said he bet they were all grown now. I started to say “define grown” but nodded and said they were.
He has a 14 year old boy and a 12 year old girl. I told him that if he wanted any more, I had a few I would let him have cheap and they were already house-broken. We both laughed.
I had been reading his body language the whole time and he was at ease and the proper wrinkles circled his eyes when he laughed…as they should if it is a genuine laugh. I caught myself looking at his hands. They were nice hands, like Losers’. Then my wall started going up as I thought “could I ever see those hands touching me? NO!”
I must have shivered out loud because he asked me if I was cold.
Apparently, I live near a lake. He is familiar with where I live and suggested that he bring his boat down and we could have some fun…laking or whatever. We talked a little about the beach and he shares my view that the beach is okay but he stopped and said “look around. How can you get any better than this?” He was of course, talking about my mountains.
He has to pay his ex-wife alimony, even though she cheated on him and also has to pay child support. He still has enough money to play and have a good life, so there’s not much danger that I would end up having to pay HIS taxes and tuition.
I was comfortable and at ease. We caught up on a few friends we knew back in the day. I asked him if he had any luck on that dating site. He said he had gotten a few messages but they all “looked so old.” I told him we WERE old. He again repeated that we had held up pretty well. I will say that he doesn’t look “worn out” like so many people our age. He said he hadn’t really expressed any interest in any of the women and was just so excited when he got my message.
We finished our lunch and he walked me back to my car. On the way, he said “I just had a great time. We should do this again…if you want to.” I gave my best enthusiastic “sure” and he gave me another hug.
I really don’t know about this lake thing. I’m not really a water person and I don’t want to have to fight “skeeters, sharks and swamp thangs.”
My last boating experience wasn’t something that went down in the annals of my diary. I came home from work one day and Loser announced that we were going “out on the boat” that week-end. When I asked him whose boat, he said “my boat.” He had gone out and bought a boat. I was in it twice. It was a nice boat (I guess.) It floated, which was important to me but it just represented one more place where a lot of drinking was going to be going on.
I’ll probably see him again…..unless the Tarot cards were right.