May 23, 1986
I brought Maris' car to the mechanic's today. It took him a good two hours to fix it, and I had to wait, but I didn't mind, much. I didn't quite know what to do with myself - there was absolutely nothing else in the area, so I was forced to wait in the little office adjacent to the garage, where you pay for the repairs. The only magazine there was Popular Mechanic, so I had to sit very quietly with my hands clasped on my knees and try to reconstruct the history of the conductors of the New York Philharmonic. When the repairs were finished, the cost was $300, and it was only then that I realized that Maris hadn't given me any money. I wrote a check.
When I brought the car back, she thanked me but didn't invite me in. I summoned up all my courage and asked her if she'd like to go out for dinner sometime. She stared at me for a moment without speaking - thanks to the sunglasses, I had absolutely no idea what she was thinking - then asked me what restaurant. I was flustered, but told her Guy Savoy - I've never eaten there, sadly, but it consistently receives five- star ratings. She studied me a moment longer, then agreed. I suggested next Friday. She said yes.
And so I have a date. My first date in - well, let's not go there. I'm going to be scrimping and saving for quite awhile afterward (I never did remember to ask her for the $300), but it's worth it, for a shot at a relationship with such an exquisite woman.
I brought Maris' car to the mechanic's today. It took him a good two hours to fix it, and I had to wait, but I didn't mind, much. I didn't quite know what to do with myself - there was absolutely nothing else in the area, so I was forced to wait in the little office adjacent to the garage, where you pay for the repairs. The only magazine there was Popular Mechanic, so I had to sit very quietly with my hands clasped on my knees and try to reconstruct the history of the conductors of the New York Philharmonic. When the repairs were finished, the cost was $300, and it was only then that I realized that Maris hadn't given me any money. I wrote a check.
When I brought the car back, she thanked me but didn't invite me in. I summoned up all my courage and asked her if she'd like to go out for dinner sometime. She stared at me for a moment without speaking - thanks to the sunglasses, I had absolutely no idea what she was thinking - then asked me what restaurant. I was flustered, but told her Guy Savoy - I've never eaten there, sadly, but it consistently receives five- star ratings. She studied me a moment longer, then agreed. I suggested next Friday. She said yes.
And so I have a date. My first date in - well, let's not go there. I'm going to be scrimping and saving for quite awhile afterward (I never did remember to ask her for the $300), but it's worth it, for a shot at a relationship with such an exquisite woman.