Fall is finally in the air and it feels really delicious! I’m wearing boots over my skinny jeans and a bell-sleeve sweater which makes me feel very cozy. Drinking coffee throughout the morning and getting through meetings.
Last night with Steve McQueen was very, very interesting and left me happy but scratching my head.
First, he picked me up…which, great. For our Saturday outing, I’d recommended a restaurant that was a real hit, so I thought he might want some guidance as to where to go last night. But he already had a place in mind. A super casual pizza place. Now. Not just any super casual pizza place, but a famous pizza place, so that’s cool. I just thought a couple of things:
A. This restaurant is a local chain that has several locations - one being a mere block from my apartment. He wanted to go to the one that was in HIS hood.
B. I had to think really quickly about what I could and couldn’t eat. Pizza isn’t part of my “plan” at ALL. I was a little saddened at the thought of eating only salad. And what if he wanted to split a pizza with me?
So, no biggie - I really didn’t care where we went as long as we could have nice long chats and more getting-to-know-yous. I’d make it work for sure.
We made it to the restaurant (and by the way, it was funny, but we were both wearing orange shirts/tops, of all colors and it was actually kind of funny/cute or maybe a little embarrassing for him?), and he looks around the place and immediately sees someone he knows.
Let’s back up ever so slightly.
Steve McQueen’s neighborhood is one of old, old money. It’s a little enclave in the middle of a big city. It’s actually a separate city inside of my city. It has it’s own police department and the public schools are like the nicest, most expensive private schools in the country. SMcQ has lived there all his life and attended the schools where he sent his own kids. Everyone knows everyone else - extensively. In fact, I bet SMcQ knows AA (the guy I had one pretty spectacular date with and we couldn’t ever find the time to go out again). It’s almost like a TV show, with a cast of characters that you’d have to see to believe - crazy doctors and hard-partying lawyers and Real Housewives and real estate developers…it’s a true life mini-series.
So Steve McQueen sees a buddy, and says come on and I follow him over to meet his friend.
Friend is this big ol’ tall drink of water - a handsome, handsome man with a strong handshake and a super friendly smile. SMcQ and he speak a bit and then he motions for us to sit down and join him as the “friend” who was supposed to meet him is not going to be able to make it.
SMcQ asks me if that’s okay with me, and what could I say? It’s fine, of course, and maybe I’ll get some good intel from Handsome Friend, so we sit down and he pours us each a glass of wine from his bottle (half price bottle of wine night!).
We talk and talk and talk. I find out that SMcQ is Handsome Friend’s attorney as well as “business partner” in some projects - whatever that means. I find out that their kids all go/went to school together. I find out that SMcQ lives in THE bachelor pad in this town and that Handsome Friend wants a key so he can come hang out at any time. SMcQ says he always leaves one particular door unlocked and that Handsome Friend can come over whenever he wants. They tell stories of their kids. I tell stories of my dog and my travels. They tell stories of divorce and a tiny tiny bit about dating. Handsome Friend tells us that he’s seeing a woman that he’s had “checked out”. I ask what that means (exactly what you think it means). I tell some of my own dating stories and almost-marriages. It’s fun and we laugh. Handsome Friend gets even more handsome, and so does Steve McQueen. How is that even possible?
We don’t stay late. It’s maybe a 2-hour dinner. Oh, and I have a salad and crab claws for dinner. And wine.
Steve McQueen drives me home and we talk and talk in his car, until he says, “Get over here and kiss me.”
We kiss and it is very romantic. Sexy. Bordering on steamy. I enjoy the hell out of it.
Steve McQueen then gets out of the car and opens my door and walks me to the apartment. He kisses me again and we say goodbye.
I go upstairs and fall into bed, even though it’s not late.
He texts me, “Enjoyed the dinner! Good night”
And then, “Till next time”
I write back, “Me too! You make me smile! Safe travels…” (he’s leaving on a biz trip today)
Did Steve McQueen plan the chance meeting with Handsome Friend? Was it a set up? I suppose it really doesn’t matter because we had a great time. And honestly, if it was a set up, I’m flattered that SMcQ maybe wanted a friend to check me out. Has SMcQ done a background check on me? If he has, I say good. I’m clean as a whistle and probably far less crazy than…well, a lot of people.
So there. It was fun. It was good. Maybe not the usual getting-to-know-you-better date, but I think I’m okay with that.
Gotta roll. Gotta get ready for a phone call with potential new boss!
xox,
GS
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