A chance encounter

This is my new spoof of two bored singles who meet on the web. They immediatly seem to hit it off and decide to meet at a restaurant for dinner. It turns out this unlikely couple has more in common then they bargained for....Here goes.

I was nervous getting ready. I have never gone on a blind date before. What if he doesn't look like his photos? What if it was all photo chopped? What if he really isn't as funny as I thought? We usually talked late at night and some of the time I had a glass of wine with it. What if I just wasted my money on this new black dress? I tossed a dozen more ideas in my head as I applied my make up.

I arrived at the restaraunt early and sat at the bar. I had reasoned that this would give me an edge. If he looked like a loser, then I could leave quickly and he would never know I had been there. I ordered a gimlet and twirled my straw. The place was busy. I noticed many couples and a few other singles about my age. I grabbed my cell and pretended to check random messages that I knew I didn't have.

I noticed a man two seats down looking my way out of the corner of my eye. He waved for the bartender and sent me a re-fill. I turned to thank him when I realized it was my date. We started laughing. He stood and walked over. He said "so it looks like we both got her a little early?" I was so busted but impressed that we thought so devilishly alike. We took our reserved seats and started to talk.

He was just as handsome and his photos. His voice was nice to hear. I listened at his stories. He was a smart man but tried not to boast. I added my usual oh's and wow's and no way's here and there until our appetizer arrived. I glanced at his hands, nice, his hair, nice, eyes, nice, lips nice, teeth, nice,wardrobe, nice okay this was getting weird. I focused toward the hands again for the tell-tale ring worn imprint of a newly hidden wedding band. Nope. Hmmm. I had to change my plan of action.

Let's see. Yeah ages. Hmmm so I ask him again and argue it cannot be true that he seems so young. For those that are not sly I will explain that this is my chance to see his wallet. See a married man will carry wife and kiddy photos. Yeah, I am a bit Nancy Drewy I admit but a girl needs to know. He pulled his wallet out and no family portrait when her opened it up. I was even privy to his drivers license with street. Wow. Classy part of town. This kept getting better. I looked at the thickness of his wallet as he took it back and noted to myself he had not packed a condom in there. Another bonus point for him. This guy was raking in the gold stars tonight! I wasn't going to hanky or spanky this soon.

The waiter came back and I had not even looked at the menu. He recommended some items and I agreed to one. He had excellent taste in food and I knew he must also in women. My head spun some more thoughts as I wondered how often perhaps he did this. So I go to my next plan of events. I know this seems bizarre to must trusting naive females but I am not the type to waste my time. At my age the clock was ticking.

I excused myself and walked towards the ladies room. I grabbed a 50.00 out of my purse and approached the cute hostess. I quickly asked her if my Mr wonderful was a regular. She nodded. I waved the and asked if he was regularly seen in here with women. She nodded and rolled her eyes saying Mr. Bruce Wayne in a long drawn out droll. What gives? What does he do? She told me she wasn't sure but whatever it was he is successful and she was jealous. She said she hit on him enough to know and snatched the bill. "Never?" I muttered heading to the ladies room . I touched up my lipstick and stared in the mirror. I thought this is still not going to go anywhere and to just try to have a nice time and to stop snooping into his life. I laughed at myself as I knew I could never do that.

He stood when I arrived back at the table. I always secretly loved that old school etiquette. I didn't even mind when he recommended my wine. I liked a man that was secure in his own skin and his skin looked super fine to me. I smiled and slid back into our quaint corner booth. A large boisterous group came in . They caught my eye or should I say the jewels one of the ladies was wearing. I tried not to stare. My date seemed to notice and coughed just a bit and drank some water. The waiter hurried to refill my glass and almost spilled it. His hands were lightening fast as they blurred across the table and caught the glass in mid air. Not a drop was lost."wow" I said. He said something about having good reflexes. I curled my lip and said "I'll bet."

So I couldn't figure it out. I mean this guy is gorgeous, he's hot, why is he single? Then I thought he's got have some major hangups. Alcohol, drugs, gambling, prostitutes perhaps. My head was spinning again the usual suspects around. He laughed. "Are you trying to read me Ms. Kyle?" he said with one brow arched.
"Well. Yes. I was Bruce. Yes . I was."

I kept staring at him wondering what a guy like him would be doing on a Internet singles site. He seemed to know what I was thinking and broke the stillness. "I work odd hours and the site allowed me to peruse at my leisure. I can read people's bios and look at their pictures without even coming into contact. It was just for amusement at first. Believe it or not I do date." He paused. I nodded in full agreement staring st his beautiful blue eyes. Then he said " I found a few that were quite beautiful but when I read their descriptions I continued my search. That's when I saw your picture and read your sarcastically dry bio and laughed. You really have a way with words Ms. Kyle. "Oh you have no idea!" I said with a wink.

The food arrived and more wine. He blocked every lethal blow I dished out of my loathing of men in general. He is impressive and by the next glass I was even more impressed. The food was looked delicious but his company was the most savory part. He was sure of himself. He was quick, but most of all he seemed genuine to me. I was intrigued.

I absent minded twirled the knife thorough my hand preparing to carve. He cocked his head and said "Are you also a drummer Ms. Kyle?" I quickly allowed the knife to drop with a thud. "No, no. Just a trick I learned, and call me Selina. I guess I never told you my first name." I said with a crooked bashful smile. "Selina" he repeated and the way he said my name had a softness to it. I wasn't used to hearing a man say my name in that tone. I quickly sawed at my plate.