Episode 15: Fun In Numbers

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Saturday, October 11th at 7:41pm:

“Diane, don’t tell me you are going to wear that shawl all night? I didn’t know we invited Ms. Frumpy to hang out.” Cindi gave me the once over as we stepped into the restroom at the Park. We had decided to go there for dinner before our night out.

“Thanks for the compliment.,” I said being facetious, “I know it’s not the cutest shawl but you forget we are already in October.” I continued removing the shawl and continued freshening up my makeup as a guy came out of one of the stalls behind me.

“Hey.” He said as his eyes laser focused on my derriere and now exposed back. Did he expect that I would not be able to look into the mirror and tell what he was doing?

“Hmmm,” was the only sound I could muster in response.  I have always disliked the unisex aspect of this multi-person restroom.  Do the men have to see us adjust our bras or hear us talk about them?! I thought to myself as we walked up the stairs to our table.

 “Looks like Jaz found a handsome distraction.” Cindi noted as we sauntered towards her making our approach.

“Hi.” We both said in unison as Jaz introduced us. After we shook hands, he gave Jaz his business card and went back to his table.

“Good to see you making friends. He‘s cute. I like his Guayabera shirt.” Cindi noted while Jaz shrugged.

“Ok ladies, so I broke down a few hours ago and called George.  I got his voicemail, his stupid voicemail! I am just mad at myself for breaking down. It’s been two hours and he hasn’t even called me back.” She said obviously distraught.

“Jaz, there is nothing wrong with calling him. Even though he is a jerk, you were in this relationship for eight years.  That amount of time cannot just disappear within a week.” I said giving her a hug relieved when she took a deep breath and nodded.

“Oh my, I am becoming a wet blanket! Sorry ladies this is our night of fun! I will buy us all something to drink so we can/I can celebrate being single.” Jaz was motioning to our waiter. “By the way Cindi, I like the way you layered the gold necklaces with the dress. They go well together”, she continued.

“Thanks! I’ve got the appetizers.” Cindi chimed as we all smiled finally in the mood to have fun.

I looked around and noted that there were a few all men tables around us.  Now that Chris and I were looking like we would just be friends I was all about looking for a distraction of my own.

Saturday, October 11th at 10:08pm:

“The line was not that bad.” I commented as we strolled into Layla. By all means, we were a bit early. The only benefit of this was that three women not willing to pay for VIP seats were able to commandeer a good people/guy watching spot near the bar.

“Oh…they are playing my song!” Jaz stood waving her hands in the air as the DJ spun Beyonce’s latest single “Single Ladies”.  I joined her on the nearby dance floor of our compact space by the bar even though hardly anyone else was dancing out in the open. Cindi stayed at the bar and bopped her head from side to side as she handed us our drinks and sipped on her own French Martini.  Too bad they did not make Mojitos.

Unexpectedly, a random guy grabbed my left hand to dance. In turn, I grabbed Jaz’s hand so all three of us could dance together in an effort not to ruin her mood. It was great fun.

Afterwards, he offered to buy us drinks. When the conversation started it was three of us against him as we began to pelt our new, tall and dark skinned friend with just the basics like “Is this your first time here?” and “have you lived here all your live?” or “You have such a great smile, I am sure you must hear that a lot?”  The conversation went really well and had us all laughing throughout. He told us about a Sunday party one his friends planned every third or fourth Sunday at his home in the Potomac. The next party was in two weeks and we were to call and let him know if we wanted to attend. Hopefully, that should be enough time to get to know him beforehand. I am not sure why but my ever so cautious voice in the back of my head was nagging me.  I was always skeptical of meeting guys in clubs.

When he left, Jaz said “Cindi he is cute and more your type than ours”. They had started flirting closer to the end of the conversation.

I thought she was right.

“He did, but I sensed a bit of arrogance and frankly I’ve dated arrogance so much in the past I was beginning to think it was my type. So, I might just hold off on thinking about him as a potential until we meet him again. That is if we go to this party.”

I turned around and it seemed like in a blink of an eye the club had gotten full.  I could tell that by 11pm we would not be able to move. As I am thinking this, the DJ starts playing Amerie’s “One Thing” and we started dancing again and had a great time just hanging out with each other.

Sunday, October 12th at 3:08pm:

Text to Jaz and Cindi: “Home. Me and my achy feet had a blast!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Episode 6: Marvelous Dates and Fantastic Lunches

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Tuesday, August 19, 2008 at 2:03pm

I had an appointment in Foggy Bottom with my optometrist so I decided to meet the ladies at Match Box for a late lunch afterwards. The restaurant was close to Cindi’s job and since I was taking the rest of the day off and Jaz’s had no classes at least for the next week, it was the perfect place to meet.

“Hey Ladies!” I squealed as we all sauntered from opposite directions towards the restaurant.

After our kiss-kiss greeting, Jaz noted “Diane, I love your skinny jeans, white tank, and flats combo with bright pink scarf. You are acting so sprightly today. I am guessing the appointment went well. Are those the shoes you bought on our weekend trip to NY in June? They look great on you.” She gave me the once over with the smile of approval.

Cindi also gave a knowing smile and commented on Jaz’s summery tie-dyed halter maxi dress. “You both are so lucky you don’t have to work today.” She did an over-exaggerated pout. We gave her a light hug and high-fived each other.

Jaz broke the group admiration session and exclaimed “So how did the date go Miss bright and sunny on a Tuesday? Don’t leave anything out.” She ordered.

Just as she said that the hostess came to lead us to our table. I did a cute wiggle in the way only a diva could and told her teasingly “wouldn’t you like to know…”

That peaked both their interests and with three smiling faces we quickly walked to our table upstairs ignoring the salivation worthy mini burgers and pizza entrees permeating our ready nostrils on our path through the cozy tri-level former rowe house.

We sat down and immediately gave the waitress our order for three mini-burgers each, two orders with mozzarella one without.

“So where did Lima boy take you?” Cindi asked leaning towards me already expectantly.

“Ummm…Chris took me to Sea Catch restaurant in Georgetown. I had never heard of it but he thought I would love the sea food options. They are his favorite.” I started.

“Wait a minute! Let’s start off with the good stuff. What did you wear?” Jaz chimed in.

Cindi continued with “How was he dressed?”

“I was going to wear my usual jeans and a nice top and some super cute heels but I wanted a flirtier look so I opted for a white, strapless, above the knee bubble dress that I had bought from Nordstrom last Spring with some strappy pink, green and yellow heels. I did not want to overdo it on the first date but I also wanted a softer look to send the hint that I was interested in a big way. He and I had had really great conversations for the past two weeks.” The waitress brought us some water and while she served us I went on with the story. “He showed up in a gold Trooper that had lots of mud on the outside and looked kind of 5 years- old or more. Frankly, I don’t really care – you all know that but, I was sort of surprised because for some reason I had him pegged as classic Mercedes and button-down and impeccably neat type. Cindi, when we first met him you even described him as the ultra-sophisticated type.  And he also wore clean pressed jeans and a long sleeved blue textured button-down. He looked even better the second time around.”

“Oh my…so far so good. With your long legs I am sure you got the message across.” Jaz chimed.

“He smelled really nice and has such eclectic taste in music – pop, jaz, rap – humming from the last Fall Out Boy CD and singing alongg with a few Mos Def songs. I was surprised.  The restaurant was quaint and romantic. I kept it simple by ordering the crab cakes and he had the lobster sashimi. I tasted some of his – yes we shared meals – and it was surprisingly good.”

“And darling, what did you talk about? Or maybe you just stared into each other’s eyes?” Cindi asked sneaking Jaz a quick look.

“I saw that look! We just spoke about the basics family, hobbies and past relationships.  He explained that he had recently gone hiking and fishing in West Virginia hence the mud on the car. He works a lot managing the restaurants and is thinking about opening his own in a few years. He is so different. He just got out of a 5 year relationship so he mentioned just taking things easy as far as dating goes. Dinner lasted two hours and afterwards we walked near the Potomac river for a about an hour talking and then headed home.”

“Hmmmm.” Cindi said. They both had smiles on their faces. “This sounds promising.” She continued. “How do you feel about him?” Cindi asked as our burgers arrived. I started picking at the straw fries and told them I was keeping my fingers crossed on this prospect. They kept asking questions.

“I am so glad you are dating. I hope it will be something serious. You deserve someone caring and to emotionally move-on from Rafi.”

I nodded. I knew it was time to get over the “I am moving into a new phase of my life and I’m not sure where you fit in” ex-boyfriend.

This reminded me of something I had to tell them that I wanted to downplay. “So Chris takes me home and we lightly kiss good night. You know I am following my three month rule…well sort of. <wink> I step into the house and my phone rings and it’s Rafi. I feel like he just knows when I am moving on. I just let it go to voicemail.”

“Eye roll!” Jaz exclaimed as we delved into our meal. “Hey some great news…I am going to Miami next weekend with George. Wanna come with?”

“That’s an appealing thought. Maybe we can stay until Labor Day.” Cindi pondered for both of us.