I met a nice professional woman on Sunday night and she whispered to me, how about going to the movies. I winked and said sure. Now it was easy because she was attractive, I was lonely and I haven’t been to the movies in a long time so I know I could pick something good. We went to the movies and got to know each other pretty intimately. The subject of unprotected sex comes up and she gets horney and you can imagine what’s going through my mind.
We make plans to meet in two nights and I want to show off my amazingly unique apartment filled with photography books and every comfort in the world, a true seductive palace. Mondays are the toughest days for me at work so waiting an extra day is no big deal even though I am so sensitive I can’t sleep the whole night. I don’t want to get into details about this woman other than she professionally has a lot of experience in dealing with men and must always get her way so I am very tolerant of her complex and completely unmanageable life. This is not a woman I can bring home to Mom and one that makes other women extremely insecure.
I have never been one to discuss unprotected sex and believe that as adults in this day in age if your going to share body fluids everyone is clean, honest, trustworthy and willing to disclose any fears about the reality of going all the way. Romance usually gets diminished with the horrible subject of safety and protection. I am only sharing my opinion as a male who never really worried about these things much less talked openly about it until after the fact, thinking the worst-case scenario would be a pregnancy.
We agree that we enjoy each others company tons and are going to share our common interests in art food shopping photography and completely enjoying life with each others company also realising that we both lead entirely different lives. I am willing to take all the risks at intimacy without any desire to control her. This freedom turns out to be very difficult and I truly have no expectations preparing myself for rejection or lack of commitment and responsibility on her part.
She is completely seductive, kind and has such a pleasant enticing voice that I am drawn into the trap of thinking that this is going to be a beautiful ongoing relationship. My plan is to say he why not let me have every Tuesday night. We aren’t even on our second date and I am calling her honey and she calling me hon and sweet.
Having an intense job in Social Work, I have learned and experience life as many unexpected uncontrollable outcomes that can never be predicted or that almost everything never goes the way you want it to. That’s what keeps it adventurous. So I am totally looking forward to my date and we even planned having Italian food to go with our new friendship.
The woman calls and is having an anxiety attack over all her unpaid bills and that she needs to have her life balanced through Medication and adjustment. I am on the 9-5 schedule at work and she has no consistent works hours. Her bedtime is 4 am and mine is midnight.
After a change of plans and a plea to maybe meet in the suburbs, where I never venture even for a hot woman, I am letdown and the date is postponed to a later time and eventually to another day. Having high hopes I think in my mind this is strike one or maybe even strike two because of her bitchyness even after an apology, I decide that maybe all of this is a blessing and my complete sensitivity has been a fantasy. How in the world could I imagine having a healthy wholesome relationship with a woman I wouldn’t dare introduce to my Mother. My Mother also hates Texans and she’s originally from Texas.
Before all of this I dropped some artwork to be framed at the Avant Garde gallery. Its some work b some exceptional artists, one of whom It took two months of waiting to get my print. The frame shop told me the works would be framed after Thanksgiving and I always assume the worst so I wasn’t completely disappointed when the framer told me the works wouldn’t be ready until Saturday. In my mind I am thinking I am going to be with the woman on Saturday because we were going to go to some Galleries and this unfortunate delay is going to cramp my style. My date cancels the Italian dinner tonight which reinforces yet another disappointment that life never goes my way I have truly learned incredible patience and tolerance that when God wants me to have something its going to happen in God’s time.
Now what really inspired me to write this little story was when I accepted my tragic outcome from the evening and decided to kick back and read some magazines, decompensate from my stressful job and cook a fabulous dinner. On the way to go to out I decide to fill my tank, which is only half-full. I patiently wait for a spot at the gas pump in Georgetown and a woman looks like she is having trouble finding her gas tank. A gentleman attempts to partially help her and then backs out giving me a space to pull in and fill my tank.
The beautiful blonde woman with her daughter looks completely lost. I get out and help her. Its as if this is the very first time she has filled her tank, doesn’t know hoe to pay or even how to remove the gas cap. I tell her to pay the guy inside and she gives him a twenty, I then ask her if she wants the best gas and she says yes. She is completely apologetic and says that her husband always does this with a very heavy East European accent. I remove the gas cap and fill her tank for her. I almost was going to offer to pay it for her too.
I ask her if she is from Poland and she says no Russia, have you ever been there. I say no but I have been in Yugoslavia. I am tiring to think of the Russian spy that they named a drink after in Georgetown to make a joke and All I can think of is telling her that Goergebotaph was a great man. She says yes he had the great ideas. I say yes. I tell her my dad was a Diplomat. I see she has normal DC License tags and not Diplomatic. In my mind I think she has got to be a spy because she is running around loose. Then I am wondering how can she drive if she doesn’t know how to fill up a gas tank and much less pay for the gas. What blows my mind is she tried to tip me and give me a dollar for helping her. She also almost wanted to take me home. In my mind I am thinking that the Russian father is very lucky to have such a beautiful wife. What amazed me was also her confidence even though she had no knowledge of how to pay or much less fill her gas tank. It was so surreal it was almost straight out of a Wim Wenders film.