Episode 31: The Joys of Spring

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Sunday, March 29th at 11:04am:

Location: Logan’s Circle, NW
Scene: Diane in her car looking for a parking spot.

I was beginning to realize that I needed the patience of a bride searching Filene’s Basement for the perfect wedding dress, if I was going to find a parking spot at noon (aka peak brunch hour) on a weekend day in Logan Circle.  I only decided to put myself through this headache because Cindi thought it would be a good day to walk to the nail salon on U St. ‘We have to enjoy this unexpected spring weather’, she rationalized. I agreed since the forecast for the following week called for wind and rain, but after 30 minutes of searching to no avail, I was frustrated, thirsty and annoyed.  About to give up on my parking quest, I looked up at an empty spot only to see the ever present homeless guy signaling me to park there. Where was he a second ago and why did he think that this was his lucky day and without him I could not have found the spot myself?  (Which I did) When he saw me angling my car towards the middle of the space, he moved out of the way. When I stepped out of the car, he held his hands out for change.  When I did not give him any money, he said something about messing with my tires. When I heard that, I got in the car again and told Cindi to bring me a bottle of water for my thirst and that we would be driving to U St.  Go figure.

On U we were able to surprisingly find parking right away since those attending church services were all in the process of moving their cars. Finally Murphy was on my side.

As I stepped into the Shangri-la Day Spa, I was led to an empty pedicure station. The warm water on my feet was just the de-stressor that I needed. I sat back as the nail technician started the seat massager and proceeded with the task of making my feet beautiful.  I was in heaven. I tried not to think about Jaz’s book club meeting this afternoon, but that was an unattainable goal.  Neither Cindi nor I had read the assigned book, “Act like a Lady, Think like A Man” by Steve Harvey. Jaz was sure to be upset with us, but although she was gung-ho about this latest project, I gave her a month to tire of it or until the start of summer when the need to parade on the Washington Harbour in Georgetown on a Sunday in a floral halter dress topped her priority list.

Sunday, March 29th at 11:51am:
Location: Shangri-la Day Spa, U St., NW
Scene: Diane and Cindi getting their nails done.

The call from Chris this early on a Sunday was unexpected. I let it go to voicemail. I called him two weeks ago and he was only now returning my call. I knew since last week that I no longer wanted a relationship with him but the question still remained as to how I would break it off. He started, “hey honey, are you home right now? I thought I would stop by for a second or two.” I rolled my eyes and pressed the “delete” button. The more I speak to him the more I realize he enjoys being single and has no intention of settling down anytime soon.  I guess I should have known this was the case when we started dating, but I chose to ignore the signs of always wanting to be by himself, no interest in doing what I wanted to do and disappearing for days even weeks on end. Time to move on!

I turned to Cindi to see if she was ready to go but she was refilling her acrylics so I knew we had at least 30 minutes to go before we could leave. I opened the latest Cosmopolitan magazine and started to read the mindless relationship tips. I guess I will need them for my next try.

Episode 16: Shocks and Awe

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(First timer? Read from the start.)

Friday, October 31st at 10:08pm:

Location: Thomas Jefferson St., Georgetown

Scene: Blocked off streets, costumed masses, Mardi Gras without the beads

 

“Huh?!” Jaz said as her eyes flew open with shock while glancing at Cindi’s “costume”.  It was a moment of quirky first look like did she not get the Halloween memo.  Jaz glanced quickly at me and then walked rapidly to the edge of the sidewalk, the golden braids of her Goldilocks costume slapping her ears as she bopped along in her white Mary Janes.  She will never be able to wear those shoes with anything else. I thought to myself. She delicately hugged Cindi like she had just emerged from a terrifying ordeal and in need of some comforting. I laughed at the sight covering my mouth with my extensive wig.

 

“Hon, who are you supposed to be? I can’t guess. Did you dress up?” Jaz noted out loud. Jaz took Halloween seriously and by looking at Cindi you could tell there was an off chance she was dressed in her work suit but could also have worn one of those costumes that needed some sort of explanation so you could get it.

They walked over to me and after our hugs and kisses session, we all stepped back and gave each other discerning looks.  Cindi successfully guessed without hesitation that I was dressed as a witch.  Surprise, surprise.  Not hard to tell with my long beaked nose and lengthy black wig and pointy hat.  This year I did not feel like going the sex kitten route in a leotard and a bunny tail. No mood for cat calls and butt pinches.

“Ummm. Your turn.” I said as we both turned in her direction anticipating an anti-Halloween montage.  She pulled out a handmade sign from her pocket that said “Michelle Obama” and only then did her sleeveless suit dress make sense. Diva statement indeed!

Saturday, November 1st at 1:08pm:

Location: Busboys and Poets

Scene: lounging on couch; crowded brunch scene    

 

“It was so much fun hanging out in Georgetown and U St. last night!” Cindi exclaimed.

“However after that guy in Marvin spilled his drink on my suit it was game over. Note to self – expensive dresses and crowded bars are like coffee and vinegar, not meant to be together. I hadn’t worn a costume in ages and now I think it ups the enjoyment factor. So, is Jaz coming out today?” She continued.

“Nah! She said that she has lots of cleaning to do because her mom might be visiting next week.  She said something about two months worth of laundry!” I answered. “So what’s up with you?  It’s been so long since we had a ‘just the two of us’ moment.” I exclaimed.

“By the way, lunch is on me! So, what is up with Chris? I thought you liked him.” She asked catching me off guard while I people watched at our new spot BB&P II.

“I do like him. But he is just into having fun now since his 5 year relationship ended and I realize that I want more at this age than a great date here and there so we are just going to be friends. He invited me camping next weekend with his friends.  I would invite you but I already know the answer. My mom thinks that I should be patient and wait at least six months before tossing aside a relationship, but who has time.”

We were interrupted by the waiter and ordered the Chai latte with soy.

Cindi responded “Oh Lord, I think we both have the thirtieth birthday syndrome. This year has meant the surfacing of this antsy inner person woken up like Rip Van Wrinkle nagging me at the oddest moments about the things I hadn’t accomplished or cared for beforehand. I would go for brunch in Eastern Market and stare at couples holding hands and kissing and instead of thinking get a room I look and sigh. I would see strollers that were always in barriers to my quickly making it from one end of a block to next, now become bearers of cute little cooing packages. I don’t like this annoying new me but it has made me contemplate my dating style and stick more to my list. Now, if the butterflies, respect and ambition are not evident within the first two months forget about it.” She finished with a Robert De Niro accent. We laughed. Random.

“Hmmm…you sound like the Newsweek stats are getting to you.” I said thinking back to all the media dating gloom and doom that was surfacing in the past few years. “I vowed to be more open-minded and to start thinking outside the box.”

“Actually, I kinda have a crush on someone at work but not only do I think he is out of my league, I don’t want to mess with my ‘sharp as a tack work is my life’ reputation.”  When Cindi mentioned potential love interest at work I was taken aback.

“When did you get the chance to find a crush at work? Did you both bond over the copy machine’s ability to spit out non-chewed up copies or coffee rings on draft pleadings. Darling, I am confused.” My eyebrows were now tildes, “have you acted on this crush? Does he know? Because this is so unlike you. I on the other hand would kiss and then think.” I finished thinking of all the indiscretions I’ve had so far this year with Jerry my boss as a witness.

“Well…one night I was at work. It was ten o’clock and Aidan a senior associate and I were eating some Armand’s pizza and getting for the long haul. We were just told a few hours prior that we were responsible for two motions due by COB the next day.” She started.

“Whoa! I’ve never heard about him before.” I noted with intrigue the idea of straight laced Cindi in the middle of her own Harlequin novel was fascinating.  Jaz would never believe me.

“Well, you know I hate talking about work. So, Aidan and I have been working together on the case from hell.  He gives me my assignments but for the last few months we’ve split many of the tasks equally. We always eat dinner together and have the best conversations. The night of the pizza, I reached over to grab a slice of cheese from the box that was on his side of the desk and he landed a kiss half way on the side of my cheeks and half way on my lips. I turned around in shock and he full on kissed me. It was awkward yet fantabulous but I was all of a sudden conscious of every motion, look or gesture I made while around him from then on.” She finished and then took a sip of her Chai.   

“What does Eric, your work husband <giggle> think about this?” I just had to ask because she always related zingers from Eric and we had a feeling he was gay. They always seemed to hang out during the day.

“Are you kidding me, I haven’t told him because he tends to talk too much. I just keep thinking about how he always seems to have the latest gossip about everyone at work. I always wonder if he would talk about me too.” She analyzed.

“So what are you going to do?” I was curious and knew for sure there would be more to the story.

“Try not to run into him in elevators by himself. We did last week and he grabbed my hands and leaned in to kiss me. I moved. It was midnight but people were still in the office. Still need to process what’s happening. Stay away from his office now that the case is winding down. He always feels the need to apologize. I don’t want to say what happened out loud. Too much drama in the way of happiness.”  She finished obviously shaken and happy to get it off her chest.

“I can tell you are still processing what happens. I would talk to him about at work PDA. Not that I am discouraging you but I know if your bosses found out it would not bode well for you becoming partner eventually but darling tell me is he cute?” I was curiously living in the moment, since Cindi might never be this risqué again.

“Imagine a brunette with Hugh Jackman facial features, six-foot tall, green eyes and super-duper smart.” She finished with an inhale.

I nodded and faux fanned myself. It was now evident there would be a few more chapters left in this book.