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"So I have a surprise." (He looks as excited as a little kid.)
"You do? What's the surprise?"
"If I told you what the surprise was, it wouldn't-"
"I know, I know, it wouldn't be a surprise. So when do I get to see it?"
"Well it's at my place."
"At. Your. Place."
"I should tell you. I really like you Elliot. You're a great guy and I am so glad we've been spending time together..."
"Heather. I am not trying to lure you back to my house to get you in bed."
"Of course you're not..."
"No. Unless you'd go for that?" (those merry blue eyes twinkling at me.)
"Uh, no. In all seriousness," (I finger a small silver cross I wear around my neck, and gulp) "I know we're not kids and we've both been married...but this isn't just jewelry to me. It's not a fashion statement. It's who I am. If what you want is a relationship that is going there, well, I'm not going there..." (If I'm going to lose him, I'd rather it be now. You are such a dork Heather! Why? Why did you have to go there? Why won't the floor ever open up and swallow you when you want it to?)
"Well that's not what I want. Ok, I can't say it's not what I want, but I told you, I have a strong faith too. I think too much of you to think that you would agree to that...now. (flustered) I can't even believe we are talking like this. But since we are... does that mean...well, never?"
"Let's put it this way, not until there's a ring on my finger."
"Ok, let's go, if we leave right now, we can probably make it..."
"To where? Your place?"
"No. The jewelry store."
"Very clever. Ha! Hilarious. What would you do if I'd said, 'Great let's go!'?"
"I'd say I was pretty lucky. But I don't think we're quite there yet..."
"Ah. No. But it would serve you right. Well. Heh. This has been awkward. But I'm glad we got that out of the way. (desperately attempting to change subject) I almost forgot! What's my surprise?!"
"Come on over and find out."
(We go to a neighborhood not too far from work and into one of those nice condo areas, with a pool, work out area, club house, etc. He opens his door and lets me in and I enter what can only be described as a stereotypical man-cave: big screen tv, black leather furniture, a fire place with floor to ceiling book shelves on either side absolutely crammed with books. It's very neat, not much clutter, and a kitchen anyone would covet: stainless steel side-by-side refrigerator, a marble kitchen island, nice ceramic cook top, a built in butcher block cutting board. I am surprised by nice little touches like some bright throw pillows and some photographs of him surrounded by a bunch of little kids from some other country, all smiles and hugging him. Decide to ask him about that later.)
"The surprise is in here!" (He calls from the kitchen. There on the counters, looking brand-new, are a Vitamix, an Excalibur dehydrator, a 12 cup Cuisinart food processor, and a Juiceman Juicer.)
"Wow! You got some toys! Awesome!"
"Yes. I was hoping, maybe you could show me some stuff to do with them?"
"Sure. That would be fun. I get most of my ideas from Youtube videos..." (I can't tell him about RFR or he might find this blog!)
"Can we start now?"
"Well we can but it may take a little prep."
"I want some to make those almond-carrot crackers you brought me..."
"Ok, cool. But first you need to soak your nuts."
(Pause.) "Is that some health practice like the dry brushing you were telling me about?" (he looks truly concerned.)
(Laughing my head off.) "Um no, you need to soak the ALMONDS. Like, literally soak your nuts."
"Ok, good. You had me worried. Say, pre "rings and vows" is kissing allowed?"
"Kissing is definitely allowed."
"And generalized snuggling?"
"Is encouraged. Now, go soak your nuts."
(To be continued...)