Blind Dating: (7 page)

The idea that she was two years below me, and all she had through High School is it is a shame, you are not as smart of your sister, you would not have to study so much to achieve a C.

It is a shame you are not athletic as your sister you could be on the volleyball squad.

It is a shame you are not as pretty as your sister, you could be the Prom Queen.

She spent her time in High School with the school rejects.  It is amazing, how things turn, and how when you are young you think that you have it all, and you are all that you can be, and everyone would love you in life.  As you get older, you realise, you do not have any substance or anything to cope in the real world. 

Most of the Executives, are ahead of themselves, and think that they are so perfect.  Christine has confidence, but by the same token, she is realistic.  She said she spent her whole time in High School being told she would not amount to anything, and she was not good at anything, so it made her more determined, to succeed in life, and work even harder then I did.

Maybe she was right.

I had no motivation.

It was clear as I got older; I was simply – Mom material.  Whereas she was the one who would achieve such wonders in life, and she sure did. Mom never expressed any disap
pointments in where we are in life.  Just in our actions in life.

So, I have my red dress on, feeling good about my new and improved figure.  I have been working the gym hard, I suppose because I have been
overmotivated with the High School Reunion.  I have not even been online much.  At best once a week, I have been too engrossed in making sure this one night, I look damn hot!  And I do!

One more drink with my sister, talking about the good old days and I am off.  She tells me how I am looking more beautiful now then I ever have done.  I am not sure how to take that – does that mean, I have looked like crap all my life, and now I look good! I ask the question, and she agrees, yes that is exactly what I mean!

Jump in the car, kiss the kids good night and off I go.  Only when I approach the doors of my old high school and I can hear the music blazing, do I become nervous.  Very nervous, I am now sweating.  When I reach the doors to open the hall.  I realise that I am oversweating and that I have huge wet patches under my arms. I feel for my head, this is not good.

I rush to the bathroom.  And I look in the mirror and I realise, humiliation number 2. I am drenched in sweat.  So, much so, that my hair is sticking to my forehead.  My makeup has run all over my face.  My dress is totally soaked, and I look a complete mess.

I give out a silent scream, which turns into a louder scream when the bathroom cubicle opens and look
that walks out - pointing her finger at me – yes you guessed it – the bitch.

She looks me up and down and says with a smirk on her face, my things do not change.

You look a mess, you did then in high school and you still do.

No, wonder you did not make it as High School Prom Queen.

With that comment she washed and dried her hands, laughing and shrieking out of the bathroom.

Did it stop there – No!

Never with the bitch.

I cannot move.  I do not know what to do or dry next. I come to the conclusion, stand still and you will dry.

Seriously, was this happening to
me? I am standing there in shock, and at the same time, thinking is she deluded.  I did not make it because you locked me in the cupboard.  I remember when she locked me, I had visions of me turning into Carrie and burning down the old gym hall.  I loose focus and at that precise moment.

The door opens, camera lights flashing.  All the old cheerleaders come in take photos.

And on that note.

I get back in the car, and go home!

I sit outside the house.  Why do these things always happen to me?  I must be the unluckiest person in the world.  Until the next stage happens.  My stomach beings to make a large roar.  The roar gets louder and louder and uncontrollable until the inevitable happens.

Oh no, it was that curry I had for lunch.  I thought I would try somewhere new, and a girl at work recommended this good Indian restaurant.  She had heard such good reviews that she thought she would come along with me to give it a try.  It had fantastic reviews.  But, it did have a warning about the hot curry.  Even in the restaurant they said it is the hottest curry in the world.  Course, it is, I thought to myself, and guess what I ordered.

Now I was feeling this hot curry explode all over me from the waist downwards, I was too busy thinking about things and what to do it.  This was taking over, and I did not understand why. 

I could not move. I felt like if I moved something was going to happen, and it did not in a good way. Not only was I wet from the sweating, I now had shit, in my new, hot dress.  Oh but, did it end there, course not it just got worse.  I did not think it could, but it did.

And there he was tapping at the car window.  Kimberly, you OK?

Oh my
God, someone just kill me now, it is my Prom King, Brett.

He is tapping at the window.

He continues to say that he followed me, because he heard them all laughing about me in the bathroom.  He had no chance to get close to me, because I ran out of there so fast.  So, he jumped into his car and followed me.  Said he just came back into town and his parents got the invitation, he moved here from New York.

I do not say a word; I cannot say a word.

What do I say?

He can see the look on my face, and he says
, do you want to go out tomorrow, on a date? Or are you married?

I nod,
and then I shake my head.

He replies good pick
you up at 8.

Brett
came to pick me up. He looked very nice in his sweats, shirt and regular fitted jeans.  He had not changed much.  At times, I would look at him and wonder if he has changed at all.  Sure he had aged, but who had not, he just looked more mature, rather than the rest of us that just looked old.

He still had the same smile.  With a little bit of a belly. He said he wanted to try and lose the baby.  Which was funny, because I would reply, it was too late.  He would laugh and say it is never too late!

I cannot believe it we are going to Assegai Restaurant, the best Italian restaurant in town.  One of my favourites. Normally you cannot get a table unless you book weeks in advance so I am surprised.

I ask, How comes you got a table at
Assegai; it is so hard to get one?

He replies
, there was a last minute cancellation so I was lucky.

I reply, I cannot believe our luck

The food is to die for and so is the atmosphere in the restaurant
is unreal and I low and behold who is walking around the restaurant but Mauro, the owner.  I am not sure if it is the Michelangelo-inspired décor.  Or the mirrors within the restaurant that makes it seem a lot bigger than it actually is, or the fact that you are practically sitting next to someone new.  How I love this restaurant and the price is worth every cent. 

No, thinking about what I eat tonight, my luck is definitely changing, all in one week!  Nothing, has gone wrong tonight, it has all been good. Maybe in the bedroom tonight, things will go wrong.

Oh, yes, there is no doubt, he is getting some tonight.

I decided that from the moment, I shit in my pants and he asked me on the date.

I am going to give it to him good, and I do not want to let myself down.

Do me ever!

Hell no, only when I am not interested in trying, which I never was with Tom.

The smell of the other person’s food in the restaurant makes me
hungry, or maybe it was the aroma in the restaurant, I turned my attention to my order, the Alarm Puttanesca, Poronovo and the Tartufo.  When, I ordered it I was excited, I was even more excited when it came. 

I know nothing about wines, I tell him

He recommends
, I go on a wine tasting experience

I said,
never thought of that, sounds like something else I need to do in my life.

He goes on to say that there is nothing better than knowledge.  With knowledge you have wisdom and you can feed this to your kids, one of the most important lessons of life.  With that you set them on the right route.  It comes from reading, acknowledging there are different cultures, languages, studying; I could go on for days, about the different ways.  He stops, he thinks he is boring me, but I encourage him to go on because I am finding it intriguing.

He laughed, asking when the last time I had been to the restaurant was. 

I replied, and said you are asking the wrong question, the question should be when
the last time I went on a date was. 

That long, he sighed.

I said too long.

He told me about his life which sounded like it was full of excitement.  I felt boring talking about mine – 3 children and a divorce under my belt.  I spend more time talking about the children, because they are the only interesting part of my life, they keep me sane and keep me going.  Off course, I told him about why I got divorce, and all he could say is – You never should have married him!

How many times, have I heard that!

I was bored, hearing myself speak, but he listened attentively. 
Asking questions about Hannah, Megan and Eric.  Saying that he cannot wait to meet them.  Wow, this implies a next date or even further dates.  That is what everyone liked about him in High School; he was a listener, not like any of the other boys.

He was engaged 3 times, and from my understanding to every nation.  I asked if he wanted to be in the United Benetton’s.  Then he joked and said I have no children with them that I know off, well not yet.  Also, I got them all in New York one of the world’s hubs for attracting different nationalities.  He used to feel boring telling people he was simply American.

The Indonesian fiancé – She was clearly after his money.  She did nothing, she had nothing, but she was oh so good in bed!

So, I asked, did that make up for her lack in everything else – his reply – Yes!

She did anything and everything you wanted to do then.  Outside of the bedroom was the problem.  She was too demanding, how a woman has nothing then when you give her something she wants everything – how is that even possible.

I shake my head in laughter!

The French fiancé
– She was nice.  I di don’t understand what she said half the time.  It was the accent. But, she was nice, everyone liked her, and that was the problem.  She liked everyone else.  She had the worst eye in the world.  We would be in a restaurant, and one time, I would go to the bathroom.  When I came back, I saw her giving the waiter her number. 

Then the waiter, asked me – is it true that I travel a lot.

I replied – yes, thinking it was a genuine question.

Until I came back early from home trip, and caught them in bed!

I shake my head in laughter, then I realise I have been in that situation before and stop.

The American fiancé – she was nice.  I liked her, I even loved her.

So, what happened there? I can tell there is a story – I say

Well, I had to work.  I was driven by work, maybe that is why I liked being with the other two, they never interfered in this department.  But when you love someone really love someone, you want to spend time with them, you do not want to spend your weekends working, you do not want to be late in the office each night.  You want to spend it with them.  I realised or so I thought, I was being distracted and she was distracting me from going for my life dream.  So, there was one choice, her or the job. 

I say – The job

He replies in sadness, unfortunately it was not a winning situation. I cried when we split up, really cried.  I still held on to my pride and let her go.

I say – Now, it is not too late

He replies with it is – she has moved on, she is a loving wife and mother.

I tried.

I ask – how many kids

He replies 2, 2 boys

I say – Sorry

He says – The one I let get away