So I get off of work a couple of minutes late last night and I immediately start scrambling. I grab my jeans and heels and head off to McD's to change. I absolutely don't want to change at work, thereby giving my coworkers fodder for gossip. Even hustling I can tell I'm going to be late. I hate being late, and I hate it when a date is late, so I call V and start to tell him I'm running late. My cell phone cut out.
I drove a little further down the road and retried. This time I got through and I'm apologizing for being late. He seems pretty relaxed and easy going. Not aggitated or irritated at all. I'm liking him more already. I arrived about 10 minutes late, and on my way into the coffee house I see a very shiny red motorcycle. I'm thinking it's his and giggle because of the two shoes I bought, I'm wearing the red ones. (see picture above)
I look around when I get in and there is a small group of older men and another man sitting alone. I walk up to him and say hello and he stands. Thank the stars!! He's taller than me with my heels on! A quick hug and he asks me what I'd like to drink. I protest a little, saying I can order it, he waves it away. I ask for a latte which he goes up to order. I sit in the other chair and immediately my eyes fall to his helmet. It is intriquately designed with a bunch of celtic knots in white black and red. While he's ordering I sneak the picture above.
We sat and talked. About family, life, kids, hobbies, love of all things old and on and on. He doesn't seem put out that I'm a crazy woman with an even crazier life. I'm liking that he is comfortable enough to tell me about his crazy family. He's got a great sense of humor and we're laughing a lot. He's also got this killer dimple on one cheek. We're both reaching across the table now and then to touch an arm, etc.
Hours later one of the baristas comes over and lets us know the place is closing in 10 minutes. We chat for a minute and then agree to call it a night. As we're walking out he's suggesting that we get together again and I'm agreeing. I ask him if the motorcycle I saw coming in is his and it is. Then I ask him if I can take a picture of it, with me on it. I tell him I have friends who I'd like to share it with as part of an ongoing blog I write. He takes this picture.
We're both busy until sometime next week. Me with Sweetie this weekend, him with a trip to Oregon for family stuff. I hope he does call and that we do get together next week. Tenatively for a short hike.
*sigh* I'm so hoping he's as normal as he appears.
