By way of lightening the mood around here, I've decided to write about something that both flattered me, and gave me a really good giggle when I needed it.
SH and I had made plans one Friday night to meet for dinner after work. We picked a place downtown, so I wouldn't have to drive too far, and he decided to get there a little before me to ensure we got in.
When I got there, my husband stood up to greet me by giving me a light peck on the cheek. He took my coat, and our waiter - cute, about 25 - helped me into my seat. I was dressed up since I'd just come from work, and I noticed our waiter checking out my heels. I smiled, thinking how nice it was for him to notice something like that, and didn't think anything of it.
He left us alone to look over the menus, and we made chit chat while we decided what to eat. After he decided what he was having, my husband excused himself to go to the restroom to wash his hands before dinner. I, apparently being a dirty girl, stayed at the table and ordered myself a drink.
So our waiter came over to deliver my drink, and I thanked him and flashed a smile. And he stood there. So I took a sip, said "Mmm, heavenly", and waited for him to go. He continued to stand there.
You've got a great laugh.
Oh? (laughing) Thanks!
Yeah, I heard you while I was getting your drink. It's infectious.
(I keep laughing, thinking I must have been really loud)
So...I realize this is kind of inappropriate...
(I stop laughing and look at him)
But would you like to maybe go for a drink sometime?
Um, well actually...
Then my husband walked over to the table, and the waiter took off. I figured that was the end of it.
"How's your drink?" my husband asked.
"Good! You know what just happened? The waiter..."
And then his cell phone rang. He checked the call display, it was his brother, so he looked at me, and I nodded for him to take it. (I have a real hate on for people that answer their cell during dinner, especially when they're in a restaurant.)
He headed out to the lobby, and I could see him leaning against a wall, talking.
I cast my eyes back to my drink.
(The waiter was standing beside me again)
How's your drink?
It's great, thanks!
I apologize for earlier...
Oh, that's okay, no problem.
(I smile at him)
So what do you think? Can we get together for drinks?
Well, you know, I'm actually married....
You are?! To the guy you're here with?
Yeah, that's my husband.
Holy, I'm sorry.
Oh (laughing again) it's not a big deal. I'm flattered. Thank you.
Oh man, I feel so bad...
Really, don't worry about it!
(I keep waiting for him to walk away)
...well, if you change your mind, I always work Friday nights.
Wow. Talk about balls.
When my husband came back to the table he was cranky about something his brother had said, so I just sat back with my drink, let him vent, and giggled to myself every time our waiter came to the table and winked at me.