I met this lady about 2 months ago at a friend’s birthday party. She is actually his sister whose husband died about 2 years ago from a brain tumor. I am very sympathetic towards anyone who loses a close family member to any form of cancer. I have had friends die from this dreaded disease and for some, death was a friend because they were in the worse pain and suffered tremendously that I ever saw anyone have.
We talked at the party for quite awhile and it became apparent that we had a lot in common. She liked things that I did and vice versa. I don’t snow ski anymore, but she does and she owns a time share out west and ended up inviting me along with her next winter. I told her that before we go that far, why don’t we have dinner and share an evening learning about each other first and she did agree. Last night was our first date. When I got to her condo, she had her sister with her. When my date excused herself for a few minutes, her sister told me she was very nervous. This was her first date since her husband died and she told her sister she felt like she was cheating on him.
I was very careful what I said or added to her conversations. I thought it best to let her do most of the talking. When she asked about my past, I kept it short. We had finished a very nice dinner. I took her to one of D.C.’s finest restaurants that I enjoy, even though it is very costly, but you get the treatment you pay for. I had planned next to drive over to the MGM casino and they have either a special event (like Gladys Knight, etc.) or you can get a table, have drinks and listen to a live band. We had only been there about a half hour when said she wasn’t feeling well (I thought maybe she was wanting to ditch me) and would like to leave. No problem. I had the valet bring my vehicle to the front of the hotel and when we got to her condo, she invited me inside. I asked if she was sure she was up to having company and she said she felt better.
When we were settled inside and she had changed into some type of loungewear, she asked how about if she would put a movie on. I said sure. It was still early, like 9:30. She put an old Jack Nicholson movie on “As Good As It Gets,” which I have seen before, but I liked it the first time I saw it years ago. We laughed and had a few drinks and she served a cheese, crackers and some type of meat that I didn’t recognize on a tray. It was a very good evening with a beautiful younger lady, I am guessing around early 50’s, trim and dressed very stylish. I could tell she went to a lot of trouble to look like she was worthy of being in a fashion show.
She said she was very curious as to why I never married. She told me (and shocked me, which is hard to do) that to many ladies, I was walking gold. I was puzzled by what she meant, so I asked her. She said you don’t realize that men like you only come into a woman’s life maybe once in 50 years. You have your own home, are financially secure, have social status and are very good looking and what amazed her most was that I didn’t realize any of that. Her last words before kissing me on the cheek and saying good night was, “I don’t get it. There has to be more to your story.” Now, I am really puzzled by her assumptions of me. Do I ask for a second date or were her parting words her parting words? I’m definitely confused. I thought of asking my friend to asker sister how things went on the date and would she be up for a second date, but then I thought, we’re not in high school anymore. Give her a call on Monday evening and ask her if everything’s ok between us? She is the personal secretary of a Senator and works in the Capitol. Any thoughts?
