“Is there a time between now and when you leave for Florida that I can see you outside of this salon for lunch or dinner?”
“Open your calendar.”
So it was on for my 2nd date with Kita. I set it up at one of my go to lunch spots and headed over there.
Misconduct is a nautical themed sports bar. I arrived a half an hour early so I could chat with my friend Mary the hostess. (See: Mary – Unexpected Table for Two) Unfortunately because business was slow they cut her early. The place was dead which I like but of course some idiot was responsible for playing the music too loud in the restaurant. That happens more than less and Mary and I both hate it. Why would you crank the music up during lunch when there are business people there and then be stupid enough to leave it at that level when the place is nearly empty?
I mentioned it to my server and she didn’t seem thrilled about asking whoever controls the volume to turn that shit down. If it weren’t for Mary and the great food there I’d boycott that place. She either didn’t make the request or the person ignored it because the music stayed at the same level the entire time I was there. But… I’ll let that go and we’ll go forward.
At least I’m at my favorite table, #12. It’s a high top by the front windows and close to the hostess and service area. It’s also the quietest spot in the restaurant.
I get a text from Kita.
“On my way!”
“You’re the best.”
“I’m in an Uber pool so I’ll be there soon.”
Uber Pool takes a little longer because they usually have a couple of people in the car and the driver has to drop them all off at their destinations.
I see her come in the door and I walk from the table to greet her. She looks so cute in her puffy winter coat. She gives me a big hug. Her hair smells delicious.
We sit and the server brings her a water. I already know what I want. I get the same thing every time I go there. Chicken tenders with dipping sauce, and a small bowl of mac and cheese with a side of sriracha to share.
I notice that it seems to take little Kita an exorbitant amount of time to decide what she wants to eat. It’s cute now to watch her struggle with all the choices on the menu. But I’m sure that shit would get super annoying if I were in a relationship with her. You know, you get to the restaurant, you’re hungry, she’s running late. You already know what you want and she’s taking forever to decide between a salad or a sandwich.
I’m just saying… I’ve been at this awhile.
So Kita can’t make up her mind and actually sends the server away twice. The music volume hasn’t been lowered, and now I see our waitress sitting across the room at one of the tables against the wall and is eating.
This server sucks, but I get it. We’re her only customer, she probably put her food order in because it’s dead now and she can actually finally get something to eat before happy hour when the place is cranking in here. But because Kita can’t make up her mind, she probably is like, “fuck her I’m going to eat.”
So when Kita finally knows what she wants the server lets us rot for awhile. I really wanted to thrash her in a bad Yelp review, but this is my last little Christmas lunch date for awhile with this cute baby. So I can’t really get upset, because I’m just stupid happy to look across the table and see who came all the way down here into the city to have lunch with ME!
Kita is young, fit and beautiful. She can have lunch with any guy she wants. But I asked, and she’s sitting here with me and I adore her.
The server finally drags herself back to our table and thankfully, Kita is ready. We order and then settle back into warm conversation. We talk about the holidays, our families. She tells me her Dad is such a high ranking official in the company he works for she’s doesn’t really know what he does. But she shows me some pics on her phone of her dad and mom flying in what appears to be a small jet. They’re sitting in what almost appear to be big plush chairs you’d have in your living room.
“Is that a Gulf Stream?”
“Yea. That’s how my dad gets around. in a Lear Jet.”
“Holy crap! I can’t top that with anything. That’s so cool. Did you or your sister every get to fly on it?”
“No. But if my dad was in Philly and was headed back to Florida, I would most definitely fly on it with him. But I can’t fly on it by myself because that would be a waste of the taxpayers dollars.”
“Speaking of that, what do you think of our current administration?”
“I can’t speak on that because my father has to embrace the President because of his position at his job. That’s all of his buddies in there. He hangs out with a lot of those guys in Washington.”
“Wow. That’s interesting.” I decide to veer away from that subject.
We’re talking about tanning and the salon, and I don’t know how but we chat about some of the interesting characters that come through on a daily basis. She spends so much time there with me, she’s even met a few of them. She has a good memory, is organized, and very bright. She just lacks experience.
That will come, and I can help.
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