How I met my Prince Charming - Part II

This post is the second in a series. To read the first post, click here.

So, the date was set. For two whole weeks, the anxiety of meeting some strange guy I'd never seen, much less spoken to, almost got the best of me.

The day of the date finally arrived. I was nervous, anxious, scared and to top it all off, feeling as if I was coming down with a sinus infection. So, I took myself a good 'ole helping of Sudafed and layed down nap. When I woke up from my nap, I was still feeling a little drowsy (Sudafed always does that to me.) I was tired, irritable, stuffy and thinking that I really wanted to cancel this date. So, I called Robin and asked if maybe I could cancel. I mean, after all, I didn't know this guy! It's not like I'm really standing up a friend or something. But, she responded with,

"Absolutely not! You get yourself up! You get dressed! And you get over to the restaurant! We'll be there when you get there. Oh, and Summer, I will come and get you if you don't show up!"

So, I thought about it. . . how bad can the date be? how long can this take? I'll just take another dose of Sudafed and hopefully I can cut out of the date early.

I got dressed and ready to go. I was wearing a black slinky shirt (I love black slinky things -- shirts, skirts, dresses, whatever!)with beige colored slacks (does anyone still call pants slacks?) and of course, some little strappy black sandals.

I arrived at the restaurant and sat down with my friends. He had not arrived yet, so Robin and I began to talk. I told her how nervous I was and how it had been so long since I had been on a real date. She suggested that I order a glass of wine to calm my nerves. So, I agreed and ordered a glass of Chardonnay (my fav!). I sipped, we talked. He called and said he would be arriving at the restaurant in about 5 minutes. My nervousness spiked. My heart began to race and it felt like my stomach was doing flip flops. I no longer sipped the wine, but decided to chug it (not very lady like, I know!) all the while forgetting that I had taken a dose of Sudafed just a couple of hours prior.

Sitting, nervously awaiting, I kept watching stranger after stranger enter the resturant.

Me: "Is that him?"

Robin: "No. Stop looking out there, he'll be here in a minute."

Her minute and his five felt like an eternity. Finally, she said,

Robin: "Don't look now, but he's walking through the door."

As he approached our table, I looked up and saw (no lie) the most handsome man I had ever seen. I literally thought that I was going to fall right off my seat. I could barely mutter my name--I was completely in awe of this fine specimen that stood there in front of me. As he greeted me and then the others at the table, I wondered if noticed my jaw dropping stare. I wanted to stop looking, but I couldn't. I began to think back to the picture in the email that Robin sent . . . was this guy in that picture? Surely not! I can't remember anyone in the picture looking that good! As I drifted back to reality, everyone at the table was engaged in a conversation. What were they talking about? I didn't have a clue. I was still in shock. He looked my way and began to speak to me. He asked me a question and it was, at about this point, I began to feel the effects of my Sudafed and wine mixture . . .


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