Goodbye, Ruby Tuesday's
I had a lunch date today. Met the 47 year old man at Ruby Tuesday's.
I no longer pretend I know how dates went, unless it was obviously bad, as in Wednesday night's.
But, he was much better looking than I expected. He was nice, crazy about his kids (and wants more) and he and his ex-wife split up very amicably. He adores her 3-year-old twin boys she and her second husband had together.
Before we met, he made mention of a second date. And here is the story behind that...
Yesterday I woke up and my bedroom was absolutely steaming. I am usually cold by nature, so I found it odd. But I assumed that the AC just hadn't kicked in yet. Then I sleepily looked around the place and wondered if Fat Cat, who happens to be the warmest animal I have ever met, and prefers to be hot, was next to me. He has a tendency to curl up against the small of my back or behind my knees. Nope. The Fat Man of Love was nowhere to be seen. Then it slowly sunk in...the AC wasn't working.
So, while I had plans to meet the 47 year old Thursday for lunch, instead I had to sit home and wait for the AC people to take a look. The finally arrived around 4:30. (And did I mention it was 97 and humid yesterday?) The AC shot craps, and the only thing to do was get a new one. Beautiful.
They will be around and install it somewhere between 11:00 and 12:00. Did I mention that Friday's forecast was that is would be hotter than Thursday?
So, he called me today, Friday, and I whined, because I was hot and sticky and tired. I wasn't in the mood to get the bathroom all steamy, thereby making the house steamier and hotter. He told me I would feel better after a bath. I then told him, "Well, okay, but I am NOT styling my hair because there is no way I am going to use that hot hairdryer today. I hope you don't mind curly hair."
At that point he said that just gives a good reason for a second chance.
In person I wasn't so peevish.
And on the way home, broken waterline.
I went back to a steamy hot house, and no water. The joy here never ends!
I no longer pretend I know how dates went, unless it was obviously bad, as in Wednesday night's.
But, he was much better looking than I expected. He was nice, crazy about his kids (and wants more) and he and his ex-wife split up very amicably. He adores her 3-year-old twin boys she and her second husband had together.
Before we met, he made mention of a second date. And here is the story behind that...
Yesterday I woke up and my bedroom was absolutely steaming. I am usually cold by nature, so I found it odd. But I assumed that the AC just hadn't kicked in yet. Then I sleepily looked around the place and wondered if Fat Cat, who happens to be the warmest animal I have ever met, and prefers to be hot, was next to me. He has a tendency to curl up against the small of my back or behind my knees. Nope. The Fat Man of Love was nowhere to be seen. Then it slowly sunk in...the AC wasn't working.
So, while I had plans to meet the 47 year old Thursday for lunch, instead I had to sit home and wait for the AC people to take a look. The finally arrived around 4:30. (And did I mention it was 97 and humid yesterday?) The AC shot craps, and the only thing to do was get a new one. Beautiful.
They will be around and install it somewhere between 11:00 and 12:00. Did I mention that Friday's forecast was that is would be hotter than Thursday?
So, he called me today, Friday, and I whined, because I was hot and sticky and tired. I wasn't in the mood to get the bathroom all steamy, thereby making the house steamier and hotter. He told me I would feel better after a bath. I then told him, "Well, okay, but I am NOT styling my hair because there is no way I am going to use that hot hairdryer today. I hope you don't mind curly hair."
At that point he said that just gives a good reason for a second chance.
In person I wasn't so peevish.
And on the way home, broken waterline.
I went back to a steamy hot house, and no water. The joy here never ends!
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