Thursday is date night at Chez Journey. Mostly because the boys are with their father and I don’t usually have a meeting or other rehearsal. Not that it’s been “date night” that long…but who’s counting anyway?

Tonight’s adventure was set at the Longfellow Grill. A restaurant I had never eaten at, but it was the restaurant where I met SaxMan (and here) last week before the motorcycle ride.

I arrived just at 7:00, the appointed hour. Standing in the entrance, near the host table (which isn’t as big an area as at the Edina Grill) was a lone guy staring into the restaurant. Can someone explain to me why he wasn’t watching out the door or at least glancing in the door’s direction occasionally, expectantly, with bated breath? Or at least with irritation that I wasn’t three minutes early?

“Do you want to sit at a table?”

Did he really ask me that? Where else would we sit? The bar? We are eating, right?

So the hostess seats us at a table. He’s wearing jeans and a navy 3/4 zip fleece, zipped, um 7/8th of the way up. Hair is curly, red and I pray to God it was a toupee, because if that was his real hair The Donald has some serious competition. His voice reminded me of Jack (Just Jack) both in pitch and inflection. Lives with his sister in the same neighborhood he grew up in and has two Sheltie dogs: Indy Pindy and Maggie Waggie.

Have I said enough yet?

Oh, when I came back from the restroom, the check was still laying in the middle of the table. I offered (I know, if I didn’t want to I should have kept my mouth shut, but it seemed like we were playing “first one to touch it pays”) to pitch in on the check (which was only $30) he gave me $20 cash and said I could put it on my debit card.

How about that every story he told included either guy friends or “friends who are women” who are now married. To someone else. He mentioned one woman he “used to date.” I’d like to check that story before I buy it.

How about that the date started at 7:00 and this post is date stamped at 9:15?

My Sister suggested that maybe he could be Will to my Grace. No dice. If and when I find a Will, he must have better fashion sense than me and be able to decorate my house.

On the other hand, it was a far better use of time than watching TV.

Date 2? Nope
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p.s. Mom is doing great. Scheduled for discharge tomorrow afternoon.

— — —
A year ago (or longer) on This Journey…

Grateful #20 2008
Fatigued Friday 2007
BolgBlog 2005
Youth choir and band kick-off 2005
detachment, not caring, living in the tension 2005

— — —
A year ago (or longer) on This Journey…

Grateful #20 2008
Fatigued Friday 2007
BolgBlog 2005
Youth choir and band kick-off 2005
detachment, not caring, living in the tension 2005

— — —
A year ago (or longer) on This Journey…

Grateful #20 2008
Fatigued Friday 2007
BolgBlog 2005
Youth choir and band kick-off 2005
detachment, not caring, living in the tension 2005

Posted on October 26th, 2006 under dating. RSS 2.0 feed. Leave a response, or trackback.