“Too bad. I’m sure your mom will be disappointed you’re not going to marry a Jewish doctor.”
“She’ll have to get over it.”
“Where are you and Bachelor Number Two going tonight?”
“We’re going to Antonio’s for dinner, and then to see Bon Jovi in concert.”
Unlike Max, Ryan had called this week to confirm our date. He wasn’t a great conversationalist on the phone, but I couldn’t wait to see him in person. All I could remember from meeting him were his blue eyes.
Missy and I talked for almost an hour and after our exchange, I felt much better about the state of our friendship. Whatever had been bothering Missy, she was obviously over it now. I’m grateful I didn’t rock the boat and call her out on it. Now things could go back to the way they’d always been.
I spent the rest of the day trying to decide on what to wear to the concert. Should I dress like a head banger in a black T-shirt and mini skirt with my leather boots and leather jacket, or should I dress to flatter in black jeans and a blouse? I opted to take the middle ground and wore jeans with a nice T-shirt and vest with high heels and leather jacket. Now, I could feel both sophisticated and wild.
Before I could feel completely comfortable with my decision, I used my cell phone and sent Missy a picture of me dressed for the date. What did single people do before cell phones?
She texted back a smiley face and the words ‘don’t have too much fun!’
Missy also had a date tonight with someone new. All she told me about Hillary was she smoked clove cigarettes and smelled really sweet. Personally, I think smoking is a disgusting habit, even if the smoke smells sweet. Missy seems to consider it a turn-on.
After the date with Max, I had low expectations for my date with Ryan. When I saw him pull up in my driveway, then come to my door with roses, my hope for an enjoyable evening suddenly increased.
He didn’t drive American, but at least he didn’t drive a sports car. Ryan pulled into my driveway in a Toyota Camry, and I felt immediate relief. It’s not that I judge men by the vehicles they drive, like I do with choice of coffee, but clearly I ought to start. Caleb drove a reliable SUV like me. He obviously shared some of my values. Max drove a sports car to go with his fast personality. Ryan didn’t drive American, but at least he chose sensibly.
Maybe I should start judging my dates by their cars. From now on, I vow to make that my first question whenever I meet a new potential mate.
I opened the door to greet Ryan, and I swear to God I wanted to grab him and have my way with him then and there. I had never been on a date with such a patently sexy man in my entire life. He put Brad Pitt and Robert Pattinson to shame with his blue eyes and dirty blond hair.
What the hell did he see in me?
“These are for you.” He handed me flowers and kissed me on the cheek.
“Thank you. They’re beautiful. Would you like to come in while I put these in a vase?”
“Sure,” he replied as he stepped into my small foyer and shoved his hands in his pockets. “Wow, nice place.”
“Yeah, it’s okay. I thought about buying a small house, but it’s a lot easier to take care of a condo, since I don’t have to worry about the exterior.”
“That’s cool.” He appeared confused.
He didn’t seem to know anything about condominiums, but I wouldn’t hold it against him.
I picked out a crystal vase to display my flowers in my bedroom. However, I would be the only one taking pleasure in the sight of the flowers, since I would not be having sex with Ryan.
There wasn’t a rule against doing everything else, right? I actually stopped and contemplated Ryan naked. God, I’m acting like a typical man! When I pulled myself together, I returned to him in the foyer.
“Are you ready to go?”
Ryan’s perusal of my body made me blush. “I suppose we have to, being we have the tickets.”
Damn, we had better get out of there or I’d be in big trouble. On second thought, we had plenty of time before Bon Jovi took the stage. What would it hurt to skip dinner and miss the opening band?
CHAPTER 14
A Year to Remember Blog
Sara Friedman’s journey to find her soul mate
April 23, 2012 If I Only Had a Brain...Heart...Courage!
I have to apologize to my followers for my absence of blog posts this past month. I’m happy to say dating keeps me extremely busy these days! In addition to online dating, I tried my hand at speed dating. Do those ten mini-dates count as dates? If so, I had three years’ worth of dates in one night! Not bad for twenty dollars!
Unfortunately, I can’t help but feel guilty for dating more than one man at a time. Is it wrong of me to want one man who encompasses everything I desire? Why can’t he be smart, sensitive, and heroic? Is that too much to ask? What if my soul mate has compassion but also a fear of dogs? Could I accept him for not only his strengths but also his weaknesses? Would I be settling and if I am, can he truly be my soul mate?