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Column # 121 Who is
this Guy? |
| He says a lot of the right things. Hmmm. Has he been studying up on me? Did Muriel give him details? Has he read my columns? Um. Who is this guy? |
Living the Life of Holly “Has anyone ever told you that your place is SMALL.” Cool-guy asked. I laughed. “It's been mentioned before.” “You have more furniture, per square inch than any apartment I’ve ever seen in my life.” I laughed again. “I had to choose. Furniture, or room for friend visits. I choose furniture.” He walked around. “You need a corner cabinet so that you could say you had wall to wall furniture. I could help you find that piece, if you like.” I laughed again. Man. He looked really good. I didn’t remember him looking this cute when Muriel introduced us at the coffee shop. He’d mentioned that he was going to London and Madrid. I offered to give him some information since I’d lived in London for a year and stayed in Madrid for a month. “Ok.” I said as we sat down. I handed him a tall drink and a long list of information. “Here’s what you need to know about Madrid. The best flamenco. My favorite hotel. The best part of the city for sightseeing.” He was distracted. “I can’t believe that you have a dining room table in your living room.” “I don’t.” I laughed, leaning back in my chair. “We’re in the dining room. See.” I pointed to the carpet line. “That’s the boundary.” Ok. Maybe Muriel was right. Maybe he wasn’t interested in travel information about Europe. Maybe this WAS a lunch date. How funny was that? You see. I have all these little rules about dating. Like… Men I don’t know have to slay dragons before they get to see the inside of my apartment, or get to know me, whichever comes first. Really. Margarita-man never saw the inside of my apartment, and we dated a number of times. And. Here Cool-guy was on a first date and he had already scored an apartment visit. Yeah. But. I thought that he was just fishing for travel information. Um. Am I becoming naïve? “You could never have a dinner party here, could you?” He asked. I laughed. “My friend Mark wants me to hold an open house where people have scheduled fifteen minute visiting windows. But Ralph insists that I could fit at least twenty people in here for a casual party.” He laughed. “I wouldn’t try anything over eight. It could be risky.” “I sold my house and got this apartment so I could save money and work on my writing. I haven’t regretted it for a moment. And. I don’t miss the yard work.” He studied me carefully. “I really support you for following your dream. That’s so important. Most people go through life without dreams. And you’re chasing yours.” “Well. If I don’t make it then I’ll have to teach till I’m seventy years old.” I giggled. “You’ll make it.” He said. “People who really work on their dreams never fail.” Man. Ok. Who is this guy? “You sure you want sushi for lunch?” He asked as we climbed into his convertible. “Yes.” Ok. Now I was the one distracted. He had left the top of his car open in my neighborhood. I couldn’t believe that there wasn’t a homeless person sleeping in it, or a group of them paying homage to the car. “You left your car open? Here in Denver?” He laughed. “Yes. If anyone sees something they need, they can have it.” I checked the back seat. Maybe he had some nice size eight high heeled shoes laying around. You know. Just in case. He reached in the back of the car. “Here’s that magazine I told you about.” I had mentioned that I had Celiac Spru, or gluten intolerance. He remembered to bring the magazine called, Living Without which was for that disorder. Um. Who is this guy? Being that he was an executive chef for a local restaurant group, he knew more about ordering than I did. He was able to suggest a huge variety of gluten free foods that I would have never considered at the restaurant. “Nobody likes travel more than I do.” He said. “Wanna bet?” I laughed. Ok. Ok. Maybe he had been studying up on me? Come on. I’d seen this before. He happens to have a magazine on gluten intolerance, loves to travel…. “Have you read my columns?” I asked, quietly. “No. Sorry. You gave me your card. But. I still have that worm on my computer. I haven’t had time to get rid of it yet.” “Oh.” He laughed. “I would have gotten my computer fixed sooner, but I didn’t know that I had the worm. I don’t watch TV or read the newspaper, so I was a little behind the times.” I laughed. “I thought I was the only one who wasn’t up on the news.” Hey. Who is this guy? “I should have it up in the next few days. You’ll have to tell me which columns to read.” He said. “You don’t have to read any.” I laughed. “It isn’t a requirement.” “Well. I wouldn’t mind a requirement or two.” Cool-guy smiled as he turned up the jazz on the radio. “I’ll keep that in mind.” I mumbled. Had I told him that I loved jazz? I'd never written about that in a column before, had I? Ok. Who is this guy? Send Holly your comments. Tell her what you really think! 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