We were to meet at The Belmont at 7:30; it was a long day at Faire, I was covered in coal dust and silt and meat smoke and desperately needed a shower. A text message later saying I might be 15 mins late, he agreed, that my lateness was not an issue, the wise decision of taking a cab as opposed to driving was made and I was prepping for my night. I showered and dressed (I whipped out the “first-date” dress I’ve been using, hey, it’s comfortable and flattering, so back off) with cab on the way I was made-up and coiffed and on the road.
I actually arrived at the restaurant at 7:20, time enough to get a vodka shot (for my headache) and a water (for same)...did I mention it was a long day? I sent him a text letting him know I was there and waiting at the bar….little did he know I am like a fireman and can jump into my clothes and be ready to go in a very short period of time…most of the women I know can, we just like to have the luxury of taking our time. He admitted later he figured 15 minutes was “girl code” for 30 – 60 minutes.
My date showed up with flowers, actually, a potted orchid, which was both a lovely sentiment and a lovely flower.
I had glanced at the menu before hand and knew I’d be having a salad, which was very good, if not slightly overdressed. However, once again, it was a noisy atmosphere, a cute little place with a metal tiled ceiling was being overrun with sports fans (basketball I think) and I couldn’t hear myself think. To actually converse I had to shout to be heard, which didn’t help with my headache in the least.
While we waited for the valet to bring the car around it started to drizzle, which was lovely and cooling. We went to Sweet Lady Jane’s for dessert, which was delightful and as it’s a small establishment we ended up sharing our table and dessert with another couple – fun times. For whatever reason Charlie Sheen came into the conversation, my date said “well who HASN’T party with Charlie Sheen” and the other gal at the table said “I know, I went to his house for drinks a while back…” have I ever mentioned that it’s this type of thing that makes me love L.A.?
He gave me a ride back home, where I managed to bore him to tears with my job description and lost all ability to claim to be a air-headed bimbo – not that it’s a goal of mine, but I never want to tip my hand on how stupid (or smart) I might actually be.
A kiss goodnight on my sister’s doorstep, sweet and no pressure, which was also refreshing.
Him? He is a bit older, not quite divorced (oh yeah, rebound girl again) union rep for movie industry folks. Interesting life, but nothing to make me run for the hills, although that not-being-divorced thing does send up my red flags…oh yeah, and his “pain management” Rx of choice. :-/
Who knows, I might actually get to see him again…we shall see.
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