What’s In A Name When It’s Not Yours!

Remember Michael? If you don’t, let me refresh your memory here.
He did call and asked to take me out to dinner without running into my ex this time around! I was looking forward to it. He wanted to do both a movie and dinner which was great for he told me to choose something I wanted to see. Always a plus.

By the end of the movie we were both looking forward to dinner. Dinner was going fantastic with ongoing conversation and I found out he loves to write. He shared details about the manuscript he was working on for a science fiction book. I love reading and writing so this impressed me. In the middle of dinner his cell phone went off which he answered. I thought it was kind of rude for apparently it wasn’t an emergency. Well maybe for him.

I could hear a female voice on the other line. Now before you guys bite my head off!! Let me tell you. We girls just know when something is up. I could hear her on the other end and Michael was having the time of his life laughing with her on the phone. He even excused himself from the table still on the phone. I have never had a date excuse himself to speak on his cell phone. In fact if they did answer their phone, they were always quick enough to get off the phone apologizing to me. I was debating whether I should order an entire chocolate cherry cake and leave.

I was on my way to ordering the chocolate cherry cake and he arrived back to the table. I swear he was gone for at least 10 minutes. He was still smiling when he came back and didn’t apologize. Instead he explained that his friend was at work and after our dinner we could drop off HIS leftover food and a slice of cake to her. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m all for opposite sex friends for most of my friends are male but this was just getting weird.

What? I blinked. He repeated himself. He paid for dinner and got the waitress to get an extra slice of cake to go. Anyways, we left the restaurant and he told me his friend’s work was just twelve minutes away. Wow, talk about precise. We arrived at a shoe store that apparently was open 24 hours or not. I could see they had just closed but a young girl let us inside the store. Maybe all of 18 years old. Did I mention Michael is in his mid-thirties? He walked with her to where the til was and another employee peeked her head out from the back to see who was there.

Michael introduced me and she looked me up and down. She gave me that look…come on girls….you know that look…. and then stroked Michael’s arm thanking him for the food. We left and he told me he’s known her for six months and that they use to date briefly but she called it off. I was almost right with the age thing. He told me she just turned 19. I’m good. He leaned over to kiss me.

Michael: So Clarissa..I mean Miss. Belle…where do you want to go now?

His face turned beet red. Clarissa was eating his leftover potatoes in between cleaning up shoes. He knew where to go.