(December 2006)
Imagine this gentleman with a little more pepper in his hair and glasses. We'll call him "Smiley" for the remainder of this story.
Now that you've had a good look, sit back and enjoy a story with me....
Last night I joined a friend of mine at her son's Varsity basketball game. It was an away game held at St. Louis Park High School. I arrived a few minutes after the game started, found my friend and her kids and had a seat. The game was enjoyable and when half-time came along we stood up to stretch our legs. So, I'm up and looking around. Well, I happen to glance to my right and one row down is a gentleman grinning at me. So, I smile. He smiles even harder and waves. At first I was taken aback but, of course, being the nice person I am, I smile back. When the game started back my attention went back to the game. A couple times I saw the "smiley" gentleman grinning in my direction. Again I really thought nothing of it. 'Maybe he thought I was someone else.' 'He couldn't possibly be flirting with me.'
The game ends and the gym begins to clear out. Again I see "smiley" looking at me. Again, I dismiss it. We'll my friend and I are walking out of the gym and who materializes next me...you guessed it, "Smiley".
"So, are you here for Fridley or St. Louis Park?", he says.
"Uh, Fridley.", I choke out.
"I'm here for St. Louis Park. I used to play for the team. So, do you know someone that plays on the team", he asks.
"Uh, no. I'm here with a friend that has a son on the team." I think my mouth was hanging open as I wondered to myself 'Is this man really talking to me? What year did he play?'
"This is my first game back to the old school", as he says this I can feel it coming. He's getting closer, about to come in for the kill. 'Yikes', I think to myself. 'What is happening?'
I stammer out, "Um, so are you from Minnesota?"
"Yeah, people always think I'm a handsome Italian from Brooklyn.", he chuckles.
'Oh my goodness here it comes.' my voice is screaming in my head. I'm looking for an exit and I'm trapped like a deer in headlights waiting for the crash!
That's when he cuts to the chase. The reason behind all the small talk.
"So, what's your name?"
'Should I tell him my real name? No time to think. UUUGGGHHH'
"Um, Jacke. And you?" I was smiling but screaming on the inside.
"I'm Vinnie. Vinnie, the Italian Stallion".
'What did he just say? Are you kidding me? Is this really happening? Where are the cameras? This has got to be a prank? I'm being punked!'
No one jumps out with camera. So, I smile and let him continue.
"So, we should see each other sometimes."
"Um, yeah, I'll see you around", is all I can think to say.
"No you won't. You should give me your number so I can give you a call."
'Come on already with the cameras. Lets end this joke and move on.' Still no cameras.
"Uh, I can't give you me number?"
"The guy your seeing is a headache. You don't need him." He says, sure of himself.
'I guess that's mob talk'
"Um yeah, that's it. I have a boyfriend and I can't give you my number"
"Come on. He's a headache. You just don't know it yet."
'I have to get away!' I'm like the rabbit not quite sure which way to run put just knowing that I have to run. 'Have to get away.'
"Come on."
"Sorry, can't do it.Well, it was nice to meet you. Bye!"
I quickly and walk off. 'Don't run. Walk slowly'.
'Did that just happen?'
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So, now you have an quick peek at my love life. Enjoy and have a Happy Holiday. And remember, just cause your getting a Social Security check doesn't mean that you still can't get your mack on! Playa! Playa!
(Daddy, what would have been your reaction when I brought Vinnie home for the holidays!)
WWDS-What Would Daddy Say?
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