And Two Bottles of Shiraz Later…
Let’s face it- we’ve all at one time or another been a victim to a singles meltdown. Those times when we feel like there are no decent men left in the world and even if there are, they aren’t interested in you. I know there are nights where the only help to wipe your tears is a box of Kleenex and the only two men worth spending a night with go by the name of Ben and Jerry. Ladies, I would like to share a story of hope for when you feel like you’ll never date again. It is also a story of motivation and encouragement to break out of your shell and do something you may not have had the guts to do before… and how a few bottles of wine can certainly help with that.
It had been weeks since Liz had a date. It had been longer since she had an orgasm. It’s not that she was desperate or in any dire need of a man, but she was just, well, discouraged. It seemed like every guy out there was either taken, gay, or had some disturbed past relationship that has permanently scared them away from women. And Liz was gorgeous, smart, and very talented. So where was Mr.Right?
This is when she prayed. She prayed for a sign that there is a nice, normal guy out there and for hope in quickly finding him. And while Liz may not have expected her prayer to be answered at all, she certainly did not expect it to be answered so soon.
It was just a few hours into her shift at the local bookstore when Liz looked away from the best seller section, peered beyond the book in her hand, and saw him. A strapping, dark-haired, bearded man in his mid-to-late twenties. He had the rugged, dirty look that made her weak in the knees, combined with a slight sophistication that proved he took the time to look this way. He was perfect. It was as if God opened up the heavens, shone a ray of light directly onto this beautiful specimen, and the angels all chorused “Hallelujah”.
“Is that the newest novel by David Foster Wallace?,” he asked.
“It sure is,” Liz responded sheepishly as she handed him the copy in her hand. He smiled and then he did what most single, good-looking, straight men often fail to do. He started a conversation. And he made the conversation last for hours. He talked to her at the bestseller section as she stalked the shelves, then he at down nearby to drink his latte- he talked to her when she had no customers at the till and read his book when she did. And the conversations were engaging and intelligent. It was a prayer-come-true.
Hours later, he had to leave. He asked Liz if they could continue their conversation and get to know each other more over some drinks later that night. This is an offer that Liz would normally refuse politely, suggesting instead to exchange Facebook info. But after God seemed to answer her prayer, she couldn’t possibly let him go so easily. She gathered up her courage and decided it was time to do something she normally wouldn’t. “What the hell,” she said. “I’ll meet you there at 7:00.”
Liz got home, showered, picked out a cute outfit, and did her hair and makeup. She ate a garlic-free dinner and packed her purse with mints and sexy lip gloss. It was when she took a final look in the mirror that her confidence subsided and her nerves started to kick in. She began to question every decision she had made in the past four hours: Am I over-dressed or under-dressed? Is wearing black too cliché? Flats or heels? Hair up or down? Why the hell am I going on a date with a complete stranger whom I served a latte to? Oh, no. I’m beginning to perspire. What if I start sweating on the date? What if he doesn’t like me? What if he doesn’t show up?
Ten minutes later, she stopped. She took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down and leave her apartment. Her walk to the lounge they were meeting at seemed to take forever, with thoughts racing through her mind the whole time. She walked inside. He was sitting at table for two.
“I’m glad you came,” he said. He asked her what she liked to drink, ordered a bottle of Shiraz and the date began. It involved watching a live band and conversing about everything under the sun- work, living in the city, interests, school. Everything was going so smoothly and comfortably. Liz’s nerves no longer had the best of her as she chatted away about herself and found out fascinating information about him. He went to pour her another glass of wine when only a few drops came out. “Wow, we finished that fast. Shall we order another?”
And so the night continued through another bottle of wine and some more tremendous conversation. And then she had to pee. She excused herself and stood up from the table. It wasn’t until she stood that she realized how much wine she had consumed and how much it had hit her. She decided she should call it a night. She took two steps out of the washroom when her date turned the corner and grabbed her passionately. He kissed her a breath-taking, just-enough-tongue kiss… and then he pulled her into the men’s washroom with him.
Never before has Liz gotten drunk and made out with a guy in a bathroom stall on a first date. And while part of her was nervous and a bit grossed out about the setting, she enjoyed every second of it. At the end of it all, they exchanged numbers, went on a few more dates, and then she decided she was no longer interested. But, she had a new found confidence and was no longer afraid to branch out to see what is out there. And even though he wasn’t Mr.Right, she realized the excitement and fun you can have by going out with a few Mr.Wrongs.
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