I met Rebecca 3 years ago on a date. Rebecca has recently made an appearance in my life so I thought I’d re-run this series so everyone won’t have to go back and search for her series to catch up. Enjoy!
Fall of 2016
It’s been a couple of weeks since my last date with Rebecca.
We both have very busy schedules, (Here we go again! See: Cherie) I set up a casual meet up at my favorite bar, Square 1682.
I was really looking forward to seeing Rebecca again. There was just something enchanting about her that I hadn’t encountered with any of the other women I’ve had in my life.
I arrived at Square around 5:15pm. My favorite bartender, Roman was on shift and he gave me a warm greeting and my usual drink. Chardonnay with a side of ice. I was actually feeling a bit nervous about seeing Rebecca again. But it was a good energy. More like anticipation and excitement mixed with apprehension. I haven’t been nervous on any of the other dates I’d been on but like I said, Rebecca has that certain something I find so intriguing.
I hit my wine hard and Roman set me up with a second. This should do the trick. Just a little extra to knock the edge off.
I waited, looking at my phone, and checking out the people that came and went from the neighborhood and the hotel attached to this bar. Seems like I’m always early and waiting for someone. Mostly women. The only person I know who is on point with the clock is my buddy Church. (See: Church – Brand Ambassador) He’s always on time or early. I love that about him.
I hate waiting for people who are always late for everything. We have more technology than ever to be punctual and navigate the world around us and no one can get it together. All of the technology is in their pockets and they still fuck it up. It just shows all the technology in the world doesn’t make people better, if anything, it makes them lazy.
My dad drilled punctuality into me as a youth and it has stood well with me to this day. Your word is your bond. Be on time. It shows that the person you’re meeting matters to you and their time is valuable.
I hate waiting so much I named my band in California, Haytwayten, because I hate waitin’ for people!
But I digress as usual. Rebecca is a lovely young girl worth waiting for, and wait I will. *sigh*
But, my wait is short lived because I hear the revolving door to the bar spin behind me. My heart beats faster because I’m expecting to see her lovely visage dressed in her usual skirt and heels.
But the girl who approaches me has her hair tied back in a pony tail, no makeup and is wearing blue hospital scrubs.
“Charles!” She hugs me as I rise from my chair. She feels good in my arms like an old friend. “Sorry I’m late, it’s been crazy. As you can see I just came from the… well, you know.”
“No worries. You look fine.” (I’d totally let this nurse give me a sponge bath.) “Thank you for coming out to meet with me!”
“How are things at the hospital?”
“The usual grind. 12 hour shifts and lots of overtime.”
“Sounds a bit like my life, but I’m sure not nearly as exciting.”
“Yea, but you don’t have to deal with a bunch of perverted old guys. You’d think if they’re in the hospital, they’d behave themselves. I mean, they’re old but they still look and make their little remarks. Some old coot pinched my butt the other day!”
I smiled. “I’m sorry to laugh but I think if you were my nurse you’d be my favorite, no matter how old I was. But I can imagine how that can be annoying on a daily basis, but I have to think… even if these old guys can no longer do anything they still have the ideas.”
“I suppose, but come on!”
“I know. What are you drinking?” (Roman appears on cue)
“I’ll have a Moscow Mule.”
It was so good to see her. She looked great. Fresh and pure. I liked seeing the stripped down basic Rebecca model. Still beautiful without any glam. The witty repartee, the laughter. The way she’d throw her head back and giggle at things I say and stories I’d tell. The way she’d touch my arm to tell me something, or moments when she’d sustain eye contact with me longer than necessary.
Or the way she’d gently sway to the music and smile.
Just a lovely soul.
I couldn’t believe my good fortune. Would she simply be another beautiful bird who would perch beside me temporarily only to fly away?
I was just so happy in that moment to sit beside her and chat. That was enough. I had no other plan. Just talk and laugh and drink with her. This is always the best part.
It was just so easy to be with Rebecca. The conversation simply flowed. I think some of us have had the honor to meet people in our lives that just fit.
Rebecca feels like that girl.
I think tonight I’m going to tell her that I’m having real feelings for her and I’d really like to go forward with some sort of relationship with her.
We’d been hanging out for about two hours when she came out with this:
“I have to tell you something.”
“Oh awesome. I think I have something too.”
“You go first.”
“No. Ladies first, Rebecca.”
(Fingers crossed! Could this be a mutual moment for the both us?)
“Charles… I have an opportunity to go abroad and be a nurse to help out impoverished countries.”
I hope Rebecca couldn’t see all of the color draining from my face.
“Yea. It would be an awesome opportunity for me career-wise and these countries really need help. I want to take what I know and help people.”
“Ummm… awesome. Where?”
“South America?” (Me, still stunned and feeling that old searing in my chest left over from my ex girlfriend, Annabelle when verbal bombs are dropped)
“Yea… that country really needs nurses. It’s an amazing opportunity.”
(Fuck. I could lose her again) “Do you know much about the country? Who else is going? Is is definite?”
“If I get it, I’ll be down there with one other girl I know from the hospital.
I’ve done a bunch of research. Although land-locked, Paraguay has the advantage of two major river systems that provide abundant water for energy, industry, and agriculture. For 35 years one of the most brutally oppressive military dictatorships in South America, under Alfredo Stroessner, severely limited education and human rights, with far-reaching effects that continued even after a democratic government began in 1993.
“That sounds dangerous, Rebecca.”
“Dude…twelve years ago, Paraguay was only slightly less lacking in professional nurses than Haiti, but has the advantage of a growing economy and a very young population eager to become take advantage of educational opportunities. Although the most recent statistics are several years out of date, that number has now risen significantly.”
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Yes! It’s an incredible opportunity to make a difference. Health care provision has improved as more and more professional health care workers are required to do internships in areas that are lacking medical care. Paraguay has two official languages: Spanish and Guarani. The latter is spoken much more frequently than Spanish in rural areas, but basic health care and education can be provided in Spanish, although less effectively. I speak fluent Spanish, as you know… Other ethnic groups, including German, Korean, Japanese, and indigenous groups local to Paraguay provide opportunity for international nurses who want to be able to speak at one language when they arrive.
“Yea but is it safe?” (Me… still shell shocked)
“Yes! The flora and fauna of Paraguay make it a beautiful country for both short term and longer engagement. Populated with warm and friendly people, it’s a good place to make a difference professionally. The fucking ratio is a thousand people to one nurse! They need my help!”
“Wow… Ummm, that’s amazing news, Rebecca. I’m speechless. I’m so proud of you. (Fuck!) How long?
“Oh… only three to six months.”
“I see. When do you find out if you get picked?”
“Like in the next two weeks! Isn’t it incredible? It’ll get me out of here and give me a chance to see a different part of the world and culture.”
“Well, I think that’s great news, Rebecca. Travel can be so broadening for a young person. Do it now while you still can.” (Dying inside)
Rebecca clasped my hands. “Chaz. I’m so glad you’re happy for me. I didn’t know how you’d take the idea.”
“I think it’s wonderful!” (Bold-faced lie) “I’m really proud of you, Rebecca. Go for it.”
Rebecca hugged me and kissed me quickly on the lips. “Thank you so much! I’ll let you know if I get it!”
“Yea, awesome.” (Ready to kill myself)
“Oh what did you want to tell me?”
“I don’t remember.”
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