My birth festival is in full swing and I have been burning the candle at both ends for the last two weeks. Visitors from the other side of the pond, a meal on my actual birthday that was so amazing it deserves its own post, and staying up at night staring at my computer screen and NOT writing. I think someone should do a study to confirm that overeating slows the brain making it impossible to speak or write in complete sentences.
In my last post I mentioned that I was going on a date with someone who was in my memoir, I Thought I Grew Up. I was more than a bit concerned that he didn’t know about it and decided that I would wait until he was halfway through a smart cocktail to tell him.
Arriving at the restaurant a bit early, I sat down at the bar, ordered a glass of wine and then pulled a book from my bag. As soon as I opened the pages my date walked through the door. He arrived on time looking rather dashing and carrying a Barnes & Noble shopping bag. A quick kiss hello and he proudly pulled my book from his bag. I was flattered and afraid at the same time. Now that the cat was out of the bag I wondered if this handsome man would make contact again.
Our lunch date turned into five hours of fun. We talked and laughed over lunch and then wandered up Ninth Avenue in search of a Starbucks for coffee. Since then, I have had company and he has been out of town for a little holiday and then away for business. I am happy to report that we are making plans for another date.