Return of the Vern - A Halloween Story

Alright, I already know what you're going to say. But then again, maybe you don't know me.

In my defense, there is a legitimate reason for the "return of the Vern". It's always the same...

I need a ride to LAX.

There are only two (2) things I can't do. Change a tire and drive myself to LAX.

Vern visited me last weekend after a month long European vacation. He went everywhere, as usual. Vern in Europe brings to mind imagery strongly associated with an episode of The Beverly Hillbillies. Yep, there's Jethro shooting a neighbours cat for "viddles". His belt is up a little too high. And wha? It's made of rope?

That's how I see Vern.

I wasn't that interested as he regaled me with his travels to The Old Course, somewhere in Ireland, Istanbul, England, Italy.....beyond feeling a vague pinch of jealousy. I should be in Europe. Vern should be in Arkansas.

Anyway, he noted that I was dating alot and looked happy. After a couple of days he asked me out for dinner. At dinner I would ask for "the ride". Not the kind of ride he would want, mind you.

We went on a Progressive dinner. We started at Gulfstream in Corona Del Mar for cocktails and appetizers. Then Bamboo Terrace for Sake and more Appetizers. (Awesome). Then we finished at PORT in Corona del Mar.

Vern was always and is still always good for a great dinner with tons of wine and....er....very little conversation. (Not what you're thinking.)

Tonight I ride to LAX.

I won't see Vern again. Until....well, I find a reliable shuttle service.

Final thought: Please God, don't ever let the men I date find my blog. Amen.

Date Report - Captain Cage - Date # 2

Friday, October5, 2008

Made it to date number two (2) with the Yacht Captain. We met at a Thai restaurant that my friend Jessica suggested basically serves cockroaches... in my case they were served in a green curry sauce and tasted like chicken. Yum.

Dinner was fine. Afterwards we walked to the Balboa Pavillion for an after dinner drink. He invited me to date # 3 for last Sunday. (Vintage Car races at a military base. ) I declined.

He suggested that if I really wanted to "be with" him.. I would go. Wha? I mean, we just met.

Have men become NEEDY? Were they always and I didn't notice?

I am too old to do anything I DON'T WANT TO DO. Period. Oo why am I so defensive?

Because the guy is totally right.

I once had a date, The Captain, (a different Captain) who advised me: "Charmaine, we have had 3 dates and spent 11 hours together. You should know by now if you see a future with me".

Why is everyone in such a rush? Or is it me? It's me isn't it?

Groan.