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Aug 30, 2003 "So where is the Boston-flirt taking you on your date tomorrow?" my friend, Irene asked me. "Nowhere," I said. "I am driving to him.... near Boston...he has several houses...and he is inviting me up to his place on the beach...." "His house on the beach?" "Yeah, he gave me my options...that we meet mid- way...or go anywhere I would like...or if I prefer to go meet his family...or if I want to come to the beach house," I said. "Meet his family? He asked you to meet his family?" she asked. Irene is my caring Irish friend with the great laugh. My advisor friend. We were crunching on salty yellow triangles and drinking Sangria with orange slices floating in our glasses....in our favorite funky kind-of loud, Mexican place in the City. We were belatedly celebrating my birthday together. I didn't realize it though, till she pulled out a wrapped present in a gift bag and placed it in front of me...I am a slow unwrapper..so I continued to talk... "Yeah. Well, no. Not like that. He just thought I might like to... We haven't known each other long enough to MEET the family," I explained. "But still..." "No...he just gave me the option..and I picked the beach..." "So what are you doing there..go swimming?" she asked me. "Nope." "Shopping?" "Nope. "Site seeing?" "Nope. We're not doing anything. Hanging out at his place at all. Said.....he has a fireplace." "Ooooooh," teased Irene. I laughed too... She knows I barely know him still...We are still in what my ex-boyfriend used to call the "hey, hey stage"... That's where you are still saying, "Hey, I had a lost sock once too... Hey, I once lost a puppy too....You know... the fawning over similarities stage... So, anyway, she can't help picture what the thought of a couple by the fireplace brings to mind. and I have to laugh too...but I am so ready for a fireplace date I am laughing in a different way..... I slowly start to unwrap the gift. But I am very tempted to tap our waiter Jose, on the shoulder and say..."Jose, remember me? I met the Boston-flirt here for the first time.... I want to show Jose the photo of the Boston-flirt and say,"Now..Jose..tell me...did that guy three weeks ago look ANYTHING like this internet photo he showed me..." I pull the photo out of my wallet...and look at it. "He is a handsome man", I say absent mindedly..." "He is.." Irene agrees..."Oh, you should ask Jose if the photo looks at all like the Boston- flirt..." "I know, I know..I thought the same thing.. ..." And what do ya know..here comes Jose with more salsa...So I say...."Jose?" "Yes?" "Remember when I was here..meeting someone.." "Yes," he laughs. "You do?" "Yes, of course. The guy with the flowers and the candle ...What about him?" "Um...um......nothing..never mind..." Jose smiles and leaves our table a bit puzzled. "Irene, I can't do it. I can't ask the waiter if he thinks some guy I met here three weeks ago hot..." "You're not asking if he's hot..You're asking if he remembers him.." I finally have the wrapping off the gift, but I dawdle over the green box with the word Celtic written repeatedly on it... anyway. You know, my favorite poem is Ode on a Grecian Urn...about the moment BEFORE a boy is about to kiss a girl.. There it is...a moment...forever etched onto an urn...a scene of a boy about to kiss her...that kiss will never happen...but the moment WILL FOREVER happen.. It's the best part..the moment BEFORE anything nice happens... The night BEFORE Christmas when you are a kid..the night BEFORE your birthday..the moment before you blow out candles..the moment...before the kiss....as you just lean in to the man... Those moments..captured forever... Are part of the reason I can slowly, slowly, slowly, slowly unwrap a gift..and love it... Anyway... "Irene...getting back to the date....he said it's a fireplace date, ..candles and music....maybe a backrub too .......The Boston-flirt is....hot. Very. Very." "So, are you nervous?" "Nope." "And this is tomorrow?" "Yup."...I have just opened the gift. It is a frame...from Ireland....she is my Irish friend....and the frame is beautiful...and thoughtful.... She jokes that I can put The Boston-flirt's picture in it...or a picture of Jose...or... You know what? It's getting late. I will let you know how it goes tomorrow. ------------ About the author: Chrissa Falcon is a newspaper reporter in the New York Metropolitan Area. Chrissa may be reached at ChrisFalconColumn@hotmail.com Comment on this column in the forum. Tell a friend about this site! ------------ |
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