Okay, I wasn't actually stood up (he cancelled three hours before he was meant to arrive)...something about a sick Aunt.
I hope my Aunt's not sick. I wouldn't know.
So...I called the man I always call. He has decided he is my "back up" man. He likes the role because he says, "there is so much room for improvement".
I had a great time. As usual, it ended on a questionable note. His 80 year old father called while we were having dinner. He put me on the phone.
I fell in love with the irascible old codger. I asked what he wanted, "Two scotch's and two women" he said.
He advised his son was a "con-man and to watch out".
Be still my beating heart.
There is something about laying-it-on-the-line. I like older men. After all, I'm in love with "Hedgie"? Maybe I just like smart DIRTY old men.
So...I ate ALL the prosciutto from the salad I never made. Then I went to a little market.
This nice man who flirts with me, told me I looked "great". Huh? I had NO make-up on, baggy grey sweat pants with stains on them. I hadn't bothered comb my hair.
I don't go to his shop much because he won't let me go. He keeps talking...talking and talking...I get caught in the force field of his gaze. He said he's been walking the stairs in Corona Del Mar Beach every morning hoping to run into me. He remembers everything.
I knew. Right then and there. He loves me.
I've known him for years. He's starting to bald. He has brown skin and green eyes. He's from another country. His eyes are kind. He owns a small business.
I could do worse. I feel like getting married. I'll sign a pre-nup. I don't want anything. I just want to sleep in the arms of someone who loves me.
How did the man-ass kicker come to this?
Who knows? Does it really matter?
All I can say is on the precipace of 50, a woman can grow up. At least I know what I want now...it's a relief.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QFMC1N3L3n4 I love this song, with some re-writes. When she says, "Do the best that I can", insert, "Kick you in the ass". It just makes the song better.