Confession # 103
I am enjoying myself with the younger man.
We have had two dates since our initial meeting, so I guess that means I have seen him 3 nights in a row, and I have really enjoyed myself all three times—but more in a comical sense than anything else.
He is sweet and he is cute, he’s just young! He is so very young.
Thursday night we made a date for dinner at his favorite restaurant. I was a little early so I wondered into the bar and ordered a drink.
Forty-five minutes later, I started my second martini and was about to order food since it looked like I had been stood up. The two women next to me at the bar, with whom I struck up an immediate friendships with, started asking me more detailed questions about my date so we could come up with an acceptable reason for why he did not show. Once I told them my date was not just younger, but MUCH younger than I, they both looked at me and said, ‘Sweetie, if he is not at least 32, he is not going to know to look for you in the bar.’
Really? I asked.
They both just smiled and said, Really!
I got up and went to the reception area, not there. I decide what the hell and took a peek outside. Sure enough there he was, waiting on a bench, looking worried that he has been stood up.
It was pretty funny…
After ten minutes of sitting alone, I order a martini and made friends with the women next to me and went on with my evening. After 45 minutes of sitting alone outside, he was still sitting there alone! Pretty funny and a little sad.
I laughed. He was embarrassed. My new friends smiled and giggled. My other friend who I called to ask if he wanted to join me for dinner, since I had—for all intents and purposes—believed I had been stood up, arrived and immediately struck up a conversation with my two new friends—he so good at that. The three left to get a table of their own.
Was it really in my early to mid-thirties that I started to wait for my table at a restaurant in the bar? We use to go to bars all the time after work in my late twenties/early thirties, but that was to just to grab a quick drink before running home. I don’t remember, but then again I was married, drinks with friends, dinner with my husband, who, if we were eating at the restaurant, would find me in the bar.
Is ‘cocktails in the bar’ part of a social evolution to restaurant dinning that I was not aware of? Or is it the antiquated custom of my generation?
If it is a social evolution, a learning process, my young man has a lot to learn. I can teach him.
By the time summer is over and I release my younger man back into the wild, he will be as good if not better than my gentleman friend who came to rescue me and walked off with the two dates, and never let my date or my two new friends know that we even knew each other. ☺
We have had two dates since our initial meeting, so I guess that means I have seen him 3 nights in a row, and I have really enjoyed myself all three times—but more in a comical sense than anything else.
He is sweet and he is cute, he’s just young! He is so very young.
Thursday night we made a date for dinner at his favorite restaurant. I was a little early so I wondered into the bar and ordered a drink.
Forty-five minutes later, I started my second martini and was about to order food since it looked like I had been stood up. The two women next to me at the bar, with whom I struck up an immediate friendships with, started asking me more detailed questions about my date so we could come up with an acceptable reason for why he did not show. Once I told them my date was not just younger, but MUCH younger than I, they both looked at me and said, ‘Sweetie, if he is not at least 32, he is not going to know to look for you in the bar.’
Really? I asked.
They both just smiled and said, Really!
I got up and went to the reception area, not there. I decide what the hell and took a peek outside. Sure enough there he was, waiting on a bench, looking worried that he has been stood up.
It was pretty funny…
After ten minutes of sitting alone, I order a martini and made friends with the women next to me and went on with my evening. After 45 minutes of sitting alone outside, he was still sitting there alone! Pretty funny and a little sad.
I laughed. He was embarrassed. My new friends smiled and giggled. My other friend who I called to ask if he wanted to join me for dinner, since I had—for all intents and purposes—believed I had been stood up, arrived and immediately struck up a conversation with my two new friends—he so good at that. The three left to get a table of their own.
Was it really in my early to mid-thirties that I started to wait for my table at a restaurant in the bar? We use to go to bars all the time after work in my late twenties/early thirties, but that was to just to grab a quick drink before running home. I don’t remember, but then again I was married, drinks with friends, dinner with my husband, who, if we were eating at the restaurant, would find me in the bar.
Is ‘cocktails in the bar’ part of a social evolution to restaurant dinning that I was not aware of? Or is it the antiquated custom of my generation?
If it is a social evolution, a learning process, my young man has a lot to learn. I can teach him.
By the time summer is over and I release my younger man back into the wild, he will be as good if not better than my gentleman friend who came to rescue me and walked off with the two dates, and never let my date or my two new friends know that we even knew each other. ☺
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