December 18, 2007
My Real Live Man has turned out to be a bit of a disappointment.
We continued to flirt and after allowing a respectable amount of time to pass before I went back to his place of business, I returned to see him on a good hair day and he fell all over himself cooing and flirting and carrying on. He confirmed that he had my number and said he would be calling so that we could go out for a drink. Time passed and still my phone did not ring.
Last month I discovered that there would be a pie baking contest for the local Harvest Festival and that he would be one of the judges. I told my friends I intended to enter. The response was great guffaws! Where did I think I was living?
After many jokes and the presentation of a few aprons, I proceeded to create my pastry masterpiece. I prepared the most spectacular pecan pie imaginable. I decorated the rim with tiny little hand crafted leaves and baked it to perfection. My pecan pie looked as though it had been lifted from a photo shoot in Gourmet Magazine. As I wandered to the park to present my entry I was reminded that I was indeed in New York City as doormen stopped me on my way and offered to take the pie off my hands.
I hovered by the booth as the judges reviewed the anonymous entries and much to my surprise, I won! Still the Real Live Man did not ask me for a date. Disappointed, I decided to make my way home.
Before I got there he had apparently run to work, retrieved my home number and left me a message. I couldn’t believe it! The problem was he left his work number. How was I to return his call on a Sunday evening? He had recently told me he was single, but leaving his work number seemed suspect. Was he really single? Why wouldn’t he leave his home number or at the very least, his cell.
The following Monday I gave him a ring at work. We chatted easily about what we’d been up to and the wonders of my pie. We discussed meeting for a drink, but it was all very vague. I couldn’t take it any more, so I just said it.
A girl can only ask a man out so many times in one conversation. Do you want to get together for a smart cocktail or not?
He was surprised and admitted that he was trying diligently to break up with his transitional twinkie. (My words, not his.) He said that as soon as the problem was resolved he would call.
A full month has passed since the pie contest and we are safely past Thanksgiving. No more excuses. He’s cute, but not that cute.
So, once again I find myself single for the holidays. I’ve got to get busy if I’m going to stir up a date for the New Year.
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Billy (anonymous) says...
i'd date you new year's eve if i were in the city! we always have a fabulous time together.
love,
billy.
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