My Captain is such a dork! This was not, is not, how you ask a girl out!
I knew something was up, though. First, he let Mrs. Bagsby cut in front of him so he could visit my window. Second, his transaction could have been completed in his living room.
Good. I was ready for something to be up. He was a handsome older gentleman, which I found highly erotic, but there was something else: he was very polite and he made me laugh, which put him two up on a lot of the boys who ask me out.
I’d always thought of him as The Captain. Everything about him, from his bearing to his stride to his signature screamed command, a scream I was open to hearing, frankly. The Captain always appeared to know exactly what he was about. I was ready for this, too.
He wasted no time, either. I asked him how he was and he said hungry, he was going to lunch and why didn’t I join him?
My stomach froze. I’d been waiting to hear those words for what seemed like an eternity and thought I was prepared to hear them. I said yes and a few minutes later we were sitting in some restaurant, but I’m sure I stammered and sounded like a little girl as I closed my window and went and got my coat. Molly helped me put it on and whispered something in my ear, something about me being myself or remembering to breathe or some crap like that. I nodded. A thousand butterflies had been released in my stomach.
I remember so little about this date it isn’t even funny! You’d think I would because it was the start of our life together, but I felt like an understudy thrust to center stage without sufficient rehearsals! I was in a daze. The man I wanted to ask me out had asked me out and I had like five minutes to prepare for crossing the great line of demarcation in my life. My makeup! My clothes! Fuck, what if my breath stank? What if I bored him? I mean, my boobies and maybe my smile got me in the door, but he’s a distinguished older gentleman, accustomed to women of substance! What if I didn’t make the grade?
Feels city.
My main concern was not sounding like a girl! I mean, I was a pretty younger woman and let’s not kid ourselves, that was a big part of why he asked me out because he scoped me out constantly, but I knew there was something else and I wanted to be woman enough to be at the same table as the Captain. I think I babbled too much, but at the end, he said it had been a lot of fun and he’d like to do it again, though not at the same restaurant which made me laugh.
He was such a dork! He gave me a card and told me to text him so he’d have my number. That’s not the way it’s done, but whatever, I knew a command when I heard one and of course I complied. I made him wait a whole hour though, answering that age-old instinct to play hard-to-get.
Later Molly would point out he let someone cut in front of him and he just happened to show at my teller window right before my lunch break and that the term “stalker” came to mind, but I had returned on schedule and not stuffed in a box, so she supposed he was a good guy.
I laughed. My Captain was merely a man who knew what he wanted: his Angel.
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