Earlier in the night, I’d written him off. Him was a guy who I’ve seen here and there, drinks mostly. A lot of making out. Mister Red Light. And I like him, but I don’t like how he never plays the man. The whole “let me pick you up and take you on a date” thing; the gentleman courting female thing is very important to me. It’s just the kind of woman I am. I’ve other friends who couldn’t care less and are all too happy to meet a boy at a bar, even within the first 5 times of getting to know him. I say once or twice, but after that, numbers get deleted. So, when we last spoke, he said, “let’s do something on Saturday night; we’ll start earlier cause I want to spend time with you. I like you.” I got my hair blown straight and put on seexy unmentionables. My outfit was au courant, with pearls and a broach. I was set, despite nothing firm in the way of plans.
Then I don’t hear from him until 8pm on Saturday night. I tell him since I hadn’t heard back (I even called him earlier in the day), I made other plans. Obviously, he’s just not that into me, or he’s just self-absorbed. I can live with the former. Imagine a #2 pencil crossing out a name until the page becomes a dark sheen of silver graphite. Good. I’d made plans to meet Smelly at Turks and Frogs, a wonderful Turkish wine bar with backgammon boards, where we enjoy going from time to time.
Jennifer decides to rally, so we head downtown to meet Miss Smelly. We sit, order some wine, chat it up, the usual. Then I begin to stare at the handsome man seated in the table across from me. He looks back; this goes on for a while before I realize. “Um, Jen, that’s Mister Red Light. You know, the guy we just decided I have to write off.” Jennifer suggests I call him. It was dark, and his hair was different, but it was definitely him.
“Hey there sweetie. I can see your every move.”
“Are you winning or losing at backgammon?”
He hung up the phone smiling, and walked over to hug me. It was fate; and he was one lucky man, even if he did lose a backgammon game. You can’t write that off yet. So we’ll see what happens next. Maybe Red Light will finally turn green. We have plans later this week; I made him shake on it. It was cute. And yes, he’ll probably read this and never tell me. Who cares. This is who I am, don’t like, then get your own damn #2 pencil.