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I did very little work today in excitement for my ‘raincheck date’ with Madison. She sent me a text earlier in the day with a short note saying that she was looking forward to the night, and after that I was seriously preoccupied with thoughts of her and potentially what we would do tonight.
How do I make an impression on her?
How do I woo her?
There’s a restaurant that just opened up on the outskirts of town, a steak house type joint. The head chef at The Neighborhood Bar is dating a meat vendor and her family owns a farm and subsequently owns the steak house. Around lunch time, I stop by the bar this afternoon and asked if his lady could hook me up with a reservation.
I start up my car in my parking spot, a car that while, I love it - I barely have to drive it with not having a commute to and from work. It also helps that I rarely will drive out of the city limits and everywhere in this town that I need to go to is in walking distance.
I pull my car to the curb and practically run up to knock on her door. When she answers, she looks breath-taking. She has light make-up on, and her long red hair is swept up in curls. I try to not obviously check her out, but I don’t think that my mind got the same memo as I sweep my gaze up and down her body.
She smiles shyly while she transfers her weight from one foot to the other with her hand on the door. She looks nervous, but appreciative that I’ve dressed up a little more than jeans and a t-shirt, as she stares longer at me that she has before.
“You ready?” I ask her.
“Sure, am. But I’ve got some questions first, will I need a coat? Am I overdressed? What are we doing? Where are we going?”
“Okay, um, no to all of it, we’re going to dinner, crap, I didn’t ask, do you eat meat?” I internally beat myself up for not asking her that sooner.
“Meat? Oh, yeah I will eat things with faces for days,” she says awkwardly.
I try to not laugh, but a chuckle forces out as she steps out of her place and turns to lock her door.
I offer her my arm as I walk her down to the curb where my car sits.
“So, we have to drive there?” she asks nervously looking back and forth between the car and me.
“Is that a problem?”
“You haven’t had anything - wait, no. I’m sorry. It’s not a problem at all.”
I know what she was about to ask, but I don’t acknowledge it. Instead, I change the subject.
“So, a friend of mine, well actually a friend of a friend’s family owns a restaurant outside of town. I was thinking that it would be sweet to check out.”
“The Roadside?” she asks.
“Yeah, have you been?”
“No, I wanted to check it out though. Doesn’t that Percy guy, the grumpy cook from the bar work there too?”
“Yes and no. He’ll do a night here and there in the kitchen. But ultimately, his fiancée is the one whose family owns the place. I think she might be part owner too, but I’m not sure. I know Percy was in the restaurant business before, at least that’s the rumor.”
She nods, taking in the information with a smile from her seat.
“Well, whoever cooks the slab of meat, I’m sure they are good.”
“What happens if they’re not?” I joke.
“Well, then I’ll write a yelp review that says that I demand Percy to cook there full time.”
“You can’t take him away from the bar! Where would I get all my nutritious meals from?” I playfully whine.
“Well, you know there is always the diner. You know, the establishment that I work at, down the street,” she deadpans.
“Oh, yeah, that place. I forgot about it.” I look at her out of the corner of my eye as she lightly swats at my arm.
