So our girl Sabrina is going to make good on her promise to take me out to dinner. I’m working at the salon on Sunday.
“How’s your day?”
“Quiet here at the salon.”
“I’m in the city. Do you want a quick bite to eat after 4? It’s okay if you’re tired or busy.”
“Yes. That’s what we planned.”
“Yes. Lol. So I’m around 16th st and Walnut. Tell me a place around there to meet you.
“The Café at 2011 Walnut Street, Right next to the Irish Pub.”
“Ok I’m there. See you soon. I’m inside the Irish Pub. Just meet me there.”
I get there and she’s standing near the front door. I see that The Café is closed and she says that she’s fine if we just sit in one of the booths in the back of the Irish Pub. I tell her we can go somewhere else if she’s not comfortable there. She says it’s fine.
I’ve been grazing all day at the salon and I’m not terribly hungry, but she suggests we get a few appetizers to share. I think that’s a splendid idea and we order up.
“You can have a drink if you want.”
“I’m not going to drink around you, Sabrina.”
Sabrina tells me all about her new marketing job down on the Delaware. She says that it’s like the job of her dreams. I’m really happy for her. Sabrina’s been through some rough times. She tells me that she feels my good energy and help brought her the luck to get this new job that has saved her from having a financial crisis.
We trade stories about work, life and people we both know. Especially her friend Jill. (See: Jill to Jezebel)
As promised, Sabrina pays the bill and I offer to pay the tip. I’m having a lovely night with her.
After our meal we head up to Gran Café L’ Aquila and order a flight of gelato. She loves it of course and her coffee is free because I get the hookup there. I had a great time with her and only spent $10 the whole night.
I walked her to her car. (No ticket. Well done Philly, Thanks!) I’m putting Sabrina in.
There was a homeless guy lurking by the car and he said that he and his wife live on the steps at 17th and Sansom. He says he loves us both on TV and watches our show all the time.
In that moment I think how Sabrina and I would make a couple of great TV hosts. Which is selfish to this guy’s plight. But I just want him to go away so I can say goodnight to my friend. His desperation is destroying my final moments with pretty Sabrina. He soils it and I tell her to text me when she gets home. But I just want to be away and home at this point. Actually I just want to be one block closer to Rittenhouse and smoking a cigarette.
Sabrina texts later that she’s home safe and thanks me for the night.
She’s lovely. I would totally date her. I could make her forget her ex.
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