I went on a date with a smooth talker. he picked a nice restaurant and when I asked, “would 8p be ok?” he replied a few minutes later, “All done. Their best table, 8pm. 😉”
The man I met at the restaurant was wide eyed and smiling. he took my hand, told me I was beautiful, and scooted in the booth next to me. he filled our candlelit evening with stories of traveling the world and his grandmother. he spoke in familiar terms. he kissed me at the table. My heart cheered for his boldness and cringed at the pda. but he was so nice to me, I walked on the side of wonder and we made out like teenagers in the park after dinner.
we met a week later and went for a hike. the leaves are changing and it’s beautiful. he’s selling his medical practice, retiring in his 30s. he doesn’t seem to have much to do. he says he goes on lots of dates and is close with his family. he took Iowaska in a tradition shamanic ceremony in greenpoint 2 days before that first dinner. I’m surprised and I laugh. he tells me he wants children. he tells me (without trepidation) while tripping he remembered being a baby shitting in his diaper and how happy that made him feel. this gives me trepidation. he reminds me of the stunt man with a motorcycle who proposed to me that time onstage at a Meatloaf concert in Atlantic city. I want to walk away now, only I like it when people speak freely. I put my head on his shoulder.
we make plans for the weekend, and he wants to see me again in between. I text him I can’t that I’m busy with work, and he replies “I understand that you have things vying for you time other than me, at least for now. 😉” I’ve been reading fifty shades of grey, and this seems another indication of his similarities to Christian. I have a bad feeling and I’m not looking forward to the weekend. I tell him we need to talk. he tells me the same. he says he wants to move to Puerto Rico for a better tax rate and that my family will only be a plane ride away. he tells me I work too much, and we’ll have to make compromises. he tells me there are other women who would love to go be his wife right now, and that he wants his life to be about love and joy. I try to explain; he interrupts to tell me he really likes me. he wants a hug. we go for a walk and talk. we eat dinner and talk some more.
we take the train towards Brooklyn – I get off at the wrong stop and it takes me a while to get home. I text him when I get there and thank him for talking. I text him the next morning and call it off. at first he’s not having it, but he comes around. I put on Aretha Franklin and cook dinner. I have the place to myself and it feels good to be in the city.
Om Gum Shrim Maha Lakshmiyei Swaha