Monday, December 05, 2005

Date Six ...

On my way to his place Sunday, G called.

"I have an idea," he said. "Would you like to go to the Austrian café?"

He'd told me about it several times, even picked up desserts and brought them over as part of our first date. They're sensational.

"Sure," I said.

"OK," he said. "Call me when you get close, and you can pick me up, and we can keep going."

So I did that, and we went, and it was indeed charming. Sitting together on a small settee, sipping coffee — he a mocha, me a cappuccino — sharing a molten chocolate decadent bit of insanity flanked by large dollops of real whipped cream. From now on, I want my coffee served to me on a silver, oval tray with a glass of water on the side.

G nodded toward a couple near us at a table for two. She was reading something, he was clacking away on a laptop. "Look at that," he said. "Why would they come here?"

"Maybe he has to work but they still wanted to be together," I offered.

"It hardly counts as quality time," he said.

True.

He kissed me lightly. Not everyone is as lucky as me. If quality time with G were calories, I wouldn't be able to fit through a doorway anymore.

Later, as we were driving through his 'hood looking for an open meter, we noticed an older woman with a walker trying to navigate a snowy sidewalk slope in order to cross the street.

I looked over at G. "You should help her," I said.

"Should I?" he asked.

"Yes, you should get out and help her," I said. So he did. I watched at he called out to her and put his hands on her shoulders to steady her as she walked. Cars behind me, I circled the block and found him again. He hopped in.

"Thank you," I said.

"It didn't occur to me to do it until you suggested it," he said. "You make me a better man."

At the time, I thought of Jack Nicholson saying "You make me want to be a better man" to Helen Hunt in "As Good As It Gets," but this morning, driving home, my mind drifted back to that moment.

This is no ordinary man I'm dating.

Some of yesterday's moments were decidedly new and date-y — holding hands strolling down a Michigan Avenue aglow with a million tiny white lights; dinner, prepared by him, at his dining table with the city view in the background; curled up on the couch watching a movie on his living-room wall (let's hear it for premium cable, DVRs, and projectors; it's like having a movie theater-video store hybrid at your fingertips) — and other moments felt much more everyday.

I marvel at the familiarity I feel with him. While I got ready this morning, he busied himself with breakfast: toast from the bread I baked for him last week, coffee (but just for me), orange juice, butter, cheese. Very continental. I remarked about the gruyere. The flavor. Very nice.

As I gathered my bags this morning, I saw something on top on one of them, tucked under the handle.

A chunk of gruyere.

Cheese to remember him by.

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hmm, noticing some "morning" departures Bethellen :). Good for you. Hope you're enjoying every moment!

10:08 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Well now...isn't this wonderful. Maybe you've found the him that you've been looking for...the him that deserves you...

XOXO

Deeva

1:27 PM  

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