20 & 40 Doesn't Match #4
Dear Diary - Dinner Time
I walk up to the restaurant we decided on. A fancy one, you know, dresses, suit and tie kind of thing.
I wore a tight strapless navy blue cocktail dress, that is the only thing i could find that is to my liking on short notice.
You would imagine that it was a bit... say slutty... on the contrary. It was below the knees, sophisticated, like one would be important.
I haven't been to a restaurant this fancy in along time, except business meetings of course.
A doorman, yes you read that correctly, A DOORMAN, -this is how fancy this was, open the door and shown me in.
"Madam" he said tipping his hat. So formal. I nodded my head as to say 'hello' and walked in.
Inside the smell of the kitchen was enticing. Rich dark wood restaurant with dimmed lights, chatter of people. Rich people I bet. I was so out of my comfort zone like a fart in a perfume factory. What was I doing here?
I debated if i wanted to turn around and call it a night when the Maitre D interrupted my thoughts.
"Good evening Madam, do you have a booking?" he asked politely.
"Uh, yes, Sallow."
"Ah, yes, here it is." Pointing on the list. THEY have a list. Fancy.
"Table for two, right this way Madam."
I felt old with this "Madam" nonsense.
He took me to a table near the window.
"Perfect for two." he said.
"Shall I get you anything while you are waiting?"
I took my seat.
"Any sweet red you have, thank you."
"Glass or bottle?"
"A glass would be fine, appreciated."
"Very good." he said and left.
I looked around in the restaurant. Fancy old men with their wives, maybe a business meet up here and there.
I took my phone out of my purse to see if there is any messages from Maddock.
'1 Unread Message.'
Maddock: Running a bit late, will be there in a few.
I was nervously excited. Last time we talked in the Cafe, time flew by so fast. He is really good company. Like long time friends catching up.
The waiter brought me a wine glass and some wine. After a few minutes wait, Maddock arrived.
"Hi, yes, my date is already hear, table for Sallow. You don't have to show me to my seat, I can see her, just a cold one, yes?" he talked so loudly i could've heard him from a far.
Maddock rushed over to me, "Sorry, sorry i'm late, this god damn traffic." He gave a quick peck on the cheek.
He took of his coat and hanged it over his chair.
"No worries, you are a busy man."
We just talked, again, about work, our day, travel plans for the next few days. Nothing to exciting. The normal jibber-jabber.
After four hours of eating, drinking wine and good company, it was around 10:30pm, it was time to head home. We stood up. He paid for the dinner, although i put up a battle about going 50/50, but he made it clear that there was no way.
Before I could even think about what i was saying next I blurted out the next few words, "Would you like to come back to my apartment?"
I was so flushed, not sure if it was the wine or that strong scented cologne he was wearing but something clouded my judgement.
"For coffee!" I quickly added.
He smiled from ear to ear.