It’s a date
On the night I taught the class, I took a heel to my forehead from one of the guys and saw stars.
The guy was apologetic – it was an accident, after all – but he’s been pretty wild before. I did manage to get the tap after we resumed so there’s that.
Fast forward a few days and I woke up with some eye irritation and a lot of floaters so my doctor brother strongly suggested that I get that looked at.
Receptionist: When can you get here?
Me: 20 mins? Less, maybe.
So, I did.
Before I knew it, I was on the ground floor of a beautiful townhouse and getting stuff pointed and sprayed into my eye.
Honestly, I’m thrilled that I managed to find him versus having to head to the ER. And within
walking running distance to boot.
Some 40 minutes later, I was being checked out. I was the last patient of the day so the doc and I got to talking.
Turns out that we had a lot in common as I shared what happened with my dad and Alison.
Him: You’ll be fine. No detached retina. The floaters will be a problem for a while but not much to do there.
Me: That’s a relief.
Him: I’m glad we met. Come back for a checkup in 4-6 weeks and we’ll chat some more.
Me: Sure thing, doc.
He dilated my pupils so getting home was an adventure in itself.
Almost got hit by a car more than once. It was like walking outside and staring right at the sun. Had something similar happen before I started writing this blog.
Maybe I’ll tell you about it sometime.
Driver: WTF is wrong with you?! Are you @#$@# blind?
Me: Well, yeah, actually…
Speaking of beautiful things in my neighborhood, there’s this effervescent blonde from my neighborhood that I met recently.
She found something familiar about me and I, her.
Her: You really are so easy on the eyes.
Me: My mom thinks I’m dreamy.
Her: She has good taste.
After the GES all those years ago – and the fact that I had to avoid my fave bar for a few years because I kept running into women I dated there – I had a rule to not date women in my area.
GES was the last one, and that was 16 years ago.
edit: Actually, the Aerialist was the last one but that was so quick that I forgot about it.
But I’m trying some new things these days. Plus, her particular charms helped encourage me to break my rule(s).
The kicker was that she lived steps from the doc.
Her: I can meet you for a drink [that] evening. We can keep it local since it’s convenient for both of us.
Me: Perfect. Let’s do that. We’ll work out details today/tomorrow but it’s a date.
Her: Those are three magical words: “It’s a date.” So full of possibilities.