The Meat Head
After my divorce I had gotten back on my feet, really enjoying my work and school in a career that really fit with who I was. My kids were great, I was doing the every other weekend thing and was actually enjoying my “me” time again. I had dated a couple of great guys, who were very nice yet but not either what I saw as long-term. I had my guard down and my better judgment, which would have said not to do the blind date thing, was on vacation. He was my girlfriend’s cousin and was divorced with kids and owned his own business.
My friend Paula contacted Barry and a date at a restaurant was arranged. I made a habit of driving myself to meet someone new since I wasn’t interested in sharing my address or home life yet. Again, I should have known when I said I was a vegetarian and he insisted on going to The Cattle Company, his favorite restaurant “because they have the biggest prime rib steaks in town.” Okay, I can adjust, what woman hasn’t? I am a healthcare provider, so when I arrived and Barry had already been seated in the smoking section, was nursing a huge drink, relaxed back in the chair with his legs spread wide apart and smoking a cig, I should have known. But, okay, this is Paula’s cousin, I can handle it.
He did not get up from his chair, he didn’t ask what I wanted to drink. Thank god for the server! He launched into anything he could think of about himself, how “rich” he was, what a wonderful father he is and, of course, did the trash-the-ex bit. The conversation went on and then it happened. He sat forward, hesitated for affect, and said, “And, you know, I don’t hose just anyone.” I kid you not, my eyes flew open and with all of my pent up angst, I burst out laughing and said, “I bet you don’t!” And the worst part? I don’t think he even got that I meant I bet he never got the chance.
We finished up dinner (my salad, his hunk of beef) and went to a neighboring club to meet Paula and her cute husband. “Well, how was it?” she asked immediately. What was I supposed to say? I couldn’t wait for the evening to end; I jumped into my wonderful little car and absolutely laughed all the way home. I never told Paula all the gory details. Sometimes don’t you wonder how a friend could ever think you would be interested in someone so different than you are?