So I saw the green-eyed Italian attorney again this past weekend – three months after our first date. That’s how busy we’ve both been. Totally last minute. We met up at a Chelsea wine bar that had the best aged rum and even had a slice of orange. Although it wasn’t seven hours, we did spend a good amount of time together.
Her: You don’t have my email address? You could have just googled me.
Me: (pointing at self) Not a stalker.
The last time I saw her, she told me she loved Heroes and I ended up inhaling all the episodes last month in a bout of insomnia.
Her: I’d like to have the power of the Suggestion Girl
Me: Hmm, I’d like the power of Adam and the Cheerleader where they heal super-quick. You could live forever.
Her: But wouldn’t you be lonely?
Me: (thinking, then nodding)
I told her that 15 years ago, I graduated from college and that 15 years from now, I’ll be 50. Her eyes got so big that I laughed.
Guess I’ll see her again in March.
Vince Lombardi once said, We didn’t lose the game; we just ran out of time. Given a long enough time-line, I think I can make it.
I’m hoping I’ll have enough time.
Location: 02:00 yest, hopping a train in Chelsea
Music: Whatever’s out there waiting for me I’m going to face it willingly
2 Replies to “Outta Time”
And here I am complaining that I'm still not married at this age. Don't worry. You got plenty of time. Plenty.