A Friday Evening With Jack

I went out on Friday night with Jack for the first time. He came to the door and I immediately could see that he was dressed one notch better than me. Jack was dressed nicely, I was dressed more casual. Those things happen and perhaps no one would notice but me. It was too late to do anything about it anyhow.

Jack drives a blue BMW of some kind. I think it was the nicest car I have ever been in. And here I thought my Prius was pretty special. I casually asked him how much it cost and he said that he was leasing it and could not tell me how much it cost. He then sort of chuckled and said that he tried not to think about it. Jack has a nice sense of humor. 

We ate at Shanti- Taste of India. I ordered the lamb curry. It is a dish that I have never had before. It was really excellent. I ordered it “medium spicy”. It gets the Katie Seal of Approval. I have not looked in the daylight, but I don’t think I got any on my clothes, which for me would be a minor miracle.

Jack and I had some really great conversations. Early on he told me that he could not believe that I was not yet married. I kind of grimaced a little, shrugged, and told him that I was not all that thrilled about marriage. Jack nodded as if he knew what I was talking about, which come to think of it; he does. He said that it takes the right two people and even then there are no guarantees.

Jack explained to me over dinner about his work as an efficiency expert. He was not reluctant to joke about it, which I enjoyed. But it actually sounds pretty scientific. This is Jack’s favorite time of year. There is football, and the baseball playoffs. I replied that I liked the spring the best. When I did not give a reason, Jack asked. With obvious reluctance I muttered that I prefer spring because that’s when the birds migrate through. Jack started to laugh but he immediate said that he was not laughing at what I said, but rather on how I said it; painfully timidly. At that point I had to laugh too.

We made it back to my apartment at about 11 or so. Jack walked me to my door and I told him I had a wonderful time. He gently took my forearm, and gave me this soft, lingering kiss. He then said goodnight. I really did have a great time. I hope Jack’s goodnight was just a goodnight and not a goodbye. I guess I’ll eventually find out.