“What’s this?” I asked, looking at the gift bag that Keith handed me.
“It’s an early birthday present. I thought you might want to wear it between now and then, so I didn’t want to wait,” he said with a small smile.
Hello, what? We had gone on one previous date. I wasn’t expecting gifts on Date Number Two. Was this guy for real? Had I met—dramatic gasp—A Nice Guy?!
I opened the bag. There was the necklace that matched the earrings that I had bought on our first date. OMG OMG how PERFECT!!! He had paid attention to what I bought, returned to the store later, and purchased the matching necklace. WOW.
“See, now you know why I was late this morning. I had left this at the house, and had to go back to pick it up,” Keith said.
I had been Very Annoyed that he showed up 15 minutes late. He had invited me to Adventure Landing, a fun park that had batting cages, because I wanted to improve my batting average. I’m not quite sure how those things are calculated, but in the last softball game I struck out twice. So I’m pretty sure that my batting average is zero.
Anyhow, I had asked him to go to the batting cages with me on Saturday, and he chose the place. He had told me, “It’s 4 minutes from my apartment.”
From my house, Adventure Landing is a 20 minute drive via the tollway or 27 minutes via the back roads (Preston Road). I opted to avoid tolls and take the—ahem—scenic route. Well, it’s scenic if you like looking at all the businesses. I was happy to see a new wine place, “Sip N Savor,” which is in an old Victorian House. Gotta try that place!
But I digress.
I drove 27 minutes and was there 5 minutes early. He lives 4 minutes away and was 15 minutes late. Therefore, I waited for 20 minutes for him to show up. I was 30 seconds away from leaving and canceling the date altogether.
It didn’t help my mood, that the batting cages were flooded. We’d have to go somewhere else. <Insert cussword here.>
He FINALLY showed up and we drove to a park to “hike” (i.e. take a walk through the trees and mud). The park was 13 minutes away, so I had time to fume some more. I didn’t like the trend; he was 4 minutes late to our first date and 15 minutes late to the second. Would he be 25 minutes late to Date Number 3, if there was one?
But now, I was standing with the necklace that matched my earrings, and I couldn’t be mad. Well, not too mad, anyway. We had had a lovely hike with interesting conversation. He had said kind things when I picked up trash along the path (a Carmex tube, a water bottle, and a bottle cap; I hate litter). At my request, he had picked up a little bitty froggy that was on the sidewalk. Seriously, that creature was approximately .5 inch x .75 inch (1 cm x 2 cm); teeny tiny! So cute! We released him almost immediately to the side of the path. Good luck, little Kermit!
Back to the Present
I thanked him for the thoughtful gift and we went to breakfast.
“What are you doing for your birthday next weekend?” he asked.
I was surprised by the question. “Did it sneak up on me already? I don’t have any plans; I thought I had more time.” I consulted my phone and laughed. “Next weekend is July 4th! My birthday is on the 19th, not next week!”
“Oh, I was confused,” he smiled and shook his head. “I knew that your birthday was on the 19th, but you said that your daughter was going to come into town for a party on the 10th. For some reason, I was skipping a weekend.”
“That makes sense. Plans have changed; Sally, her half-brother, and our friend are coming up on the 24th now. I want to have a party with my friends on the 11th, but I haven’t figured out what. Something unique to Dallas. Something like, Reunion Tower. But I’ve been there. What I mean is, something that people will want to do, even if it isn’t my birthday,” I explained. “But not the 3rd Floor Museum.”
That’s the famous library where a certain amateur sniper had stood to kill a president. It’s one of Dallas’s landmarks, as much as we wish it wasn’t, so it’s someplace that I’ve been meaning to visit. But it’s definitely not the place to have a birthday party.
“I’ll think on that,” Keith promised. “Did you want me to come? Or did you want to do something with me on Friday? I’d rather do something with you separate.”
Oh, I like this! A man who clarifies what I want and tells me what he would like. Nice! Lovin’ the communication skills! “Both. You can come to the party, and we can have dinner the night before,” I said. Why not?
He smiled. That was a victory: getting to see me two nights in a row, especially on my birthday weekend, was huge. That tells him that I’m not dating anyone else. Also, it means that he gets to meet my friends. In the World of Dating, that is a Major Milestone: Meeting the Friends.
Am I ready for that? I started to hyperventilate and overanalyze, but I stopped myself. Breathe. Just, breathe. Either they’ll like him, or they won’t. From what I’ve seen, he’s a pretty terrific guy. My friends should like him just fine. Heck, any guy who buys such a thoughtful gift and communicates so well, has to be pretty darn awesome.
To which Nadia says, “He wants something. Any guy who buys you presents, expects something in return.” She winked at me. “And a birthday dinner means birthday sex!”
I smiled back at her. “More presents?! Oh, goody!”
Burlesque (In Other News)
I signed up for a burlesque class. Oh, yes, that is happening! Starting July 11, I’ll be taking class for 2 hours every Saturday, with a big finale on August 21. I love Lisa Carmen, the teacher. She teaches so much more than just body movements; she teaches students how to love themselves. I know because I’ve been following her on Facebook for over a year. We met at a party and I fell in love with her bon vivance (love of life) and positive energy. I’ll be interviewing her before the class (tentatively scheduled for July 9th) so that you can get to know her better. I predict that you’ll love her just as much as I do.
And, of course, I’ll post tidbits from each class. Anyone want pics of me in a corset and boa?
Speaking of classes, a coworker invited me to swing dancing lessons on Wednesday. You know what that means?! I’m going to be a swinger!! I’m taking applications for partners now.
Just to clarify, that’s for a dancing partner.