Not this Wednesday
Ever since our somewhat emotional outdoor date night and our fast follow up cleansing breakfast, the lady has been in close contact with me. Texting, calling, emailing and forwarding things she found funny on social media. It was like she wanted to be as close to me as possible but work and other circumstances were keeping us apart. Sensing this was the case I asked her if she wanted to have lunch and she quickly agreed. I was assigned the task of selecting a place. She implied that she would make sure to plan her day so lunch could run a little longer than normal, I suggested a motel that rents out rooms by the hour but she didn’t bite on that idea. Plan B it is.
The weather was supposed to be warm but not too hot with rain in the forecast later today. I decided since lunch time weather was going to be nice, we would continue our outdoor dating adventures with a takeout picnic at park only a short drive from her office. This picnic was not going to be with simple meats and cheeses but something prepared by an Asian cook at a very popular fast-casual Chinese cafe. I decided to be especially bold and place the order without her input. At this point of our time together I felt I knew her well enough to make a reasonable guess as to what she would like, it helped that their menu was very simple with not very many options. I jumped online and selected chicken pot stickers, water fried shrimp & chive boa, steamed beef & ginger buns, and rainbow fried rice with pork belly, ham, egg, corn and peas. Yes, that was enough food for 3-5 people depending on their appetites. By selecting every possible meat group my chances of hitting on the perfect dish went up considerably. I scheduled the order for pick up about 20 minutes before we were supposed to meet, knowing I would be able to arrive at the park before she left her office. I commented that I wanted chopsticks and napkins, but just in case I grabbed a couple plastic forks and some moist wipes.
I arrived at the park and texted exactly where she could find me. I selected a clean enough picnic table and set the bag of food on top right next to the two bottles of water I also purchased along the way. I started to regret not bringing a table cloth or something, not that at it was necessary but it would have helped paint me as the doting and thoughtful boyfriend I am… for the first time in my life. She arrived and went straight in for a deep kiss and tight hug while I reached around and gave her backside a little squeeze and a pat. She did not object. The lady looked at the logo on the bag and exclaimed that she loved that place asking if I got the shrimp boa. Damn I’m good at this, I should write a book. We sat next to each other and took bites in between asking and answering questions and making comments.
She seemed to be in an unusually fantastic mood and even the comments I made there were only a little funny got big laughs. I guess this is what happens when you push deeper into a relationship and get past some of the relational tension. She talked about work, the weather, and a few political observations before asking me to come to her place on Thursday for some fun in the sun and dinner. Apparently she had to go to an appointment or event with her sole child on Wednesday. She sounded very disappointed about missing our normal Wednesday thing but said she would make it up to me the following day. Her tone and inflection sounded quite promising. Someone’s egg might be getting flipped sunny side up.
Time flew by at an accelerated rate and before I knew it she had to go. I received some additional lip to lip action and told her to just go and I would take care of the mess. I could not help but watch her walk away as she was wearing those tight pants that drive me crazy. I tossed all the trash and carefully kept the untouched food in the provided containers. I walked over to a semi-distant table with two homeless people just sitting there and offered them the food. They thanked me and said “God bless you” before opening the bags to see what was inside. I could have taken it home but something tells me it meant more to them. Plus my car already smelled like Chinese food, so my generosity was also maybe a little less than completely genuine.
Now what am I going to do tomorrow night?
