Friday, October 29, 2010

First dates have been the agenda for the last couple of weeks. Not exactly blind dates, but ones only viewed through a telescope. Engaged by friends fixing me up. Don’t they believe I can manage my own love life? Don’t answer that.

Coincidentally, two were through Kim & Co. one the friend of a contact and the other a brother. Both dates were for dressy charity events that I planned to go to anyway in order to network and having an escort
makes it more fun. The guys were nice, a bit boring, but nice. Both grew up in Paris or one of the tony suburbs, went to the proper universities, had their year of adventure and now were working their way up the career ladder. Thinking about life as a checklist what would be next?

Around 10 PM Friday, I was walking back to the apartment after taking Wags out for his nightly walk and saw the third waiting for me, leaning against his motorcycle that he’d parked on the sidewalk.

Denise had pimped him, she emailed me weeks ago saying that she’d given my info to Andre, who she claimed; I’d met at an opening. Andre, she reminded me, was a metal sculptor and talented, and that he’d do quite well when he found proper inspiration or a muse. A muse? I wondered.

Well he didn't call, until last week. That he called, rather than email or text, impressed me. As we talked a bit and he began with questions and I realized that he was qualifying that and me ticked me off. So I called him on it. The phone went silent for a long time and then he said, “I think I’m going to like you.”

“Kim?” He asked as I approached and then he began showering Wags with attention, who lapped it all up. The two of them made me smile. When I came back down after putting Wags in the apartment, he handed me a helmet and complemented me on the battered leather jacket, a flea market find. A mildly awkward pause ensued and then he suggested we go. I pulled the helmet on while he straddled the bike. Knowing that it was an old bike I asked what it was, “A 1969 Norton Commando,” he said proudly and jumped on the starter lever. It started right up and it was loud. I got on behind him and when I signaled I was ready we were off, rather than get off the sidewalk at the cut, he drove off the curb between two parked cars and out into the traffic lanes and for the first time that evening I thought I was going to die.



Blogger Pete from Cal said...

Sounds like the beginning of an excellent adventure. Look forward to hear more. Take care Kim! :)

2:06 AM  
Anonymous VJ said...

An auspicious start indeed. Cheers & Good Luck! 'VJ'

10:00 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Yes, more please...

- AthenaNY

5:42 AM  

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