'And who do we have here this evening?' It's the red carpet of haute couture. Where else can you appreciate the season's new fashion and trends if not on the most awaited event of the quarter? The White Masquerade. PW was nice enough to grace us with her presence. My creme brulee of a date; too delicate to tease yet evasive when tempted. It's always better to get to her good side. Thus, our long standing friendship. Sharing the likes of salivating over men who are worthy of our glance, appreciating the hip-stride ratio as a result of stiletto height, and just retreating to retail therapy to compensate the stresses brought about by city pollution, PW and I surely have a strong foundation.
This night was spent adding to the next day's shopping list and my venting about a useless date the night before. Where have the good guys gone? Rarely do I encouter men who have the discipline to maintain a strict schedule; time for work, fun, and self-improvement. So last night I was granted my wish of such a date. Call me pathetic, but this lad realized my existence through the help of an online network. Honesty be the point, I made sure flirting was the name of the game. Let's just go straight to business. We exchanged interesting ideas on the day's events and irrelevant happenings, which led to an invitation for late dinner the next evening (last night). Physically, he lived up to his self description: sporty physique, corporate demeanor, and strike-me-to-the-bones-stare. With no uttered words, I was head over heels. But hold your horses dear, this might be the start of something. What that something is, let's just say it's to be determined--or so i thought.
As it turns out, my knight in silver-plated armor is too perfect to be real. I already had supper so I ordered a latte, while he ordered a Chicken Ceasar Salad with Chai Tea. I ran a few extra miles on the treadmill that afternoon to allot the extra calories for an evening treat. Ok. I"m trying to be healthy and fit, so cut me some slack. And I thought I was vain? My date piece by piece picked off the shavings of Reggiano Cheese and scraped off the dressing from every lettuce leaf. Babe, you should have just ordered plain greens--drizzled with fresh water to prevent them from wilting--if you wish!
These were already signs sent from the Heavens. In as much as I love romance and intimacy, there is not a chance in my seven cat lives will I give up my foodasmic pleasures. But then again, I'm still a civilized love-searching soul, so I managed to keep civil by trying to maintain my interest in the conversation. My kind has never acquired the talent of pretending, so I presume he noticed my disinterest long before we said our goodbyes...
...at the end of which he said: "Oh, don't get me wrong. It's just that I love women.."
C'mon dude...what are you doing here then?
tata for now,
Haute Dude
