Tomorrow at work should be very interesting, as I will attempt to do what I've only done twice in 35 years: ask someone out on a date. Do I remember my lines when doing so? It's been since 1997 that I've tried.
It's not the same girl that my co-workers have been trying to fix me up with for four years now. The joke at times has gone to extremes, going so far as to prank calls to my house from 1-800-FLOWERS asking if there's a certain "female co-worker" I would like to send flowers to. This girl is super, but has told me before she doesn't even have time for herself, let alone a mate. I always smile & say she doesn't know what she's missing, but I do respect her desire to do things on her own and with her kids.
The girl in question for tomorrow, to be honest, I really don't know too well. Raquel works in the snack bar in my building where I get my daily dose of french fries. I know four of the workers back there, and I know Raquel the least. Nothing extraordinary has happened. Yet it's not really a blind date because I know who she is and where she works, and she recognizes that I order fries all the time. I went to the snack bar Thursday, and Nikki (one of the workers) said, "You're single, aren't you?" Told to the positive, she said "You should go out with Raquel... she doesn't have a boyfriend."
All of a sudden (of course), I began thinking about her, and thinking that it wouldn't be so bad. I had much luck with the other Spanish girl I dated. In spite of breaking up twice over the same reason, some of the best times I had were with her. I really enjoyed our Florida trip in 1999 where we met some of her family. I really enjoy the Spanish way of life: they celebrate everything, they are very loving, they are accepting (once they know you), and they put family on a pedestal as a high priority. I always felt good being around them. I've been unlucky since, but perhaps tomorrow will write a new story.
But my lines! My lines! Only twice have I asked a girl out before, and the last time was actually on a dare. I would win my date only if I went to a "gentleman's club". To this day, I don't know why that was the catch, and also don't know how I could be that dumb to accept that as a fair catch. No, that relationship didn't last more than two weeks.
I hope for the best. And I hope that if a relationship blossoms, for god's sake, that it's not dependant on income (or lack thereof). Why everything revolves around money in the sake of relationships is beyond me (and a possible future entry, as well).
Does this gapped-tooth wonder still have it in him at 35? We will see.
