A Date I Missed  

BenefitsFriend69 58M/61F
1008 posts
3/6/2006 10:50 pm

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4/10/2006 11:25 am

A Date I Missed

I finally talked the hot chick on the site into meeting me. We’d been emailing back and forth, chatting, etc.. She had made it clear that her time was valuable, and she made no bones about the fact that I was one of a million potential fuck buddies in line. Usually I’d pass on a woman like this (filed under “bitch” category, see ya later). But damn, that body! I wanted it. And the site is just about sex, right? I’ll just fuck her and hope she’s on her way before she opens her mouth too much. So, I choked back my ego a bit and jumped through some hoops to get to the front of the queue.

I remember her saying she liked chocolate and flowers, and if I was gonna get any, I had better be romantic about it. So prior to the meeting I shaved, put on my best playa outfit, and headed to my local Safeway to pick up the flowers and chocolate. As Freddy Mercury said in one of my favorite Queen songs, Tie Your Mother Down: “Got timing right, got my act all tight, and it’s gotta be tonight my little school babe.” Woo hoo!

As I drove to the store, I noticed the wind picking up. Snow starting to blow. Fuck, where did THAT come from? It was sunny this afternoon. Gotta love Colorado. It had to be at least 20 degrees, and dropping. I would not want to be outside in this.

I parked in the Safeway parking lot, bee-bopped into the store, lookin’ and smellin’ fine.. She don’t know how lucky she gonna be baby! I found the Godiva chocolates and picked out a floral combo. Perfect. I got in line, gonna be right on time.

In the line in front of me, there was a wrinkled, hunched-over old lady, about 5 feet tall or maybe shorter. She was having trouble getting the money out of her purse; her hands didn’t seem to have much movement. Her white hair was tied into a tight bun on the top of her head, and she had age marks on her neck and face. Her coat was tattered, but clean. I looked down at her shoes and noticed they were the old-lady kind: sorta like the ones the nurses wear in the hospital. Old lady stockings too. She was babbling gibberish to no one in particular, and I could detect a slight hint of European accent. German? She had some cans of tuna, a loaf of bread, and a little box of pasta (spaghetti I think).

The people in line were becoming impatient, myself included. Finally she found her money, but she wasn’t counting it correctly or something, so it took some time to get the transaction done. As the pimply-faced kid bagged her groceries, she stopped him:

“Son, don’t put my things there. I have to catch the bus. I need them in my bag right here. See, I was just at Target getting a light bulb. Reggie used to change these for me but I don’t know how I’ll do it now. I can’t stand on the ladder.” And she continued to blather on, even after the bag boy looked away to get a bag for my stuff.

I thought, shit, it is fucking COLD out there. This lady has to walk and then wait at the bus stop, which that far away. But in this weather you could get pretty chilly in that short distance. When she clutched her bag she grimaced slightly. I could tell she was in pain, that something was wrong with her hands, probably arthritis. She started to slowly make her way from the end of the checkout stand to the door. I paid for my stuff and headed out. She was moving so slowly that I came up behind her. I remember thinking about the way she held her bag. My Grandma Manno had the same problem with her hands and used to hold things that way, sort of sideways in a fist.

I picked up my step and passed her. As the automatic doors slid open, the frigid air hit me in the face. I had on a light suede jacket and silk shirt, and that cold cut right through. I thought about the old lady in the line. She was still walking toward the door. I stopped and waited for her.

“Would you like a ride to your bus stop ma’am?” I had to, she was just like Grandma Manno.

She looked at me and sized me up Something inside told her I wasn’t out to rob her of her few dollars. “Oh, would you? It is so cold out, and the bus, well, I never know when it’s going to come. Reggie used to take me to the store but he moved to California with his wife. Their kids are even getting old now, but they are still so sweet. I miss them you know. I got this light bulb at Target but I don’t think I can get the ladder out, because Reggie used to do that, or things like this you know, when I can’t.” And on and on she went. I thought shit, what have I gotten myself into? Helper’s prison? Is she whacked?

“Where do you live?” I asked.

“Those apartments off Academy, you know, Briar Manor.” I had no clue.

Me: “I’m not sure where that is, Academy and what?”

Her: “Flintridge.” Just a couple blocks, no problem.

Me: “How about I give you a ride then? That way you won’t have to wait for the bus in the cold.”

Her: “Oh, would you? That would be so nice!” And on she went again about Reggie.

Me: “I’d be happy to.” I extended my elbow so she could grab my arm to walk across the crosswalk to the parking lot to my car.

It was just a short drive, and I found her apartment complex easily. On the way, she told me about her son, Reggie, and their children. I asked why she didn’t live in a place more friendly to seniors. She said she couldn’t do that, and they bored her. I also learned that she had married an American soldier after WWII, and they had come to Colorado to live in the late 40’s. Although she tended to ramble and stray off the subject often, I was able to learn a lot about her in that short five minute ride. I wanted to learn more.

“Would you like me to change that light bulb for you?”

“Thank you, yes! I can’t get on that ladder any more.” And off she went again. Some of it made sense, and some of it was totally disconnected. I was intrigued.

Her apartment was on the first floor. She walked very slowly, so it took us nearly 10 minutes to get from the car to her door. It was a small but very neat and clean place, and smelled like musty pine sol and lemon drops. It was sparsely decorated in 50’s style: doilies on the arms of the chairs, cherry hutch with crystal glasses, shiny linoleum kitchen floor. It seem very comfortable, yet like a time warp back to the 50’s.

Oh, shit! Better call my date and tell her I’m gonna be late. I dialed her cell number. Voice mail. I left a message telling her I was gonna be a few minutes late.

My new friend was named Rose. I got the little step ladder out of the closet and changed the light bulb. “Would you like a cup of tea?” she asked.

“No,” I replied. “I have a date.”

“Ohh! How nice. Is she a nice girl?” She grinned evilly and winked. I wanted to say NO, hell no! But I told her she was a nice girl. I got Rose’s number and promised I’d call. She thanked me again.

I got to Bennigans 25 minutes late. I looked around the bar and thought I saw my date. She was sitting at a table with a guy, close to each other, laughing and rubbing each others’ legs. He had that “I’m gonna get laid” look in his eye. As did she. Is that her? Sure looks like her pictures. I dialed her cell number, she picked it up. I walked over to the table.

“Debbie?” I asked. They both looked up.

“Oh hi, about time you got here,” she said. She looked annoyed.

“Yeah, sorry. I don’t like it when people are late either. Did you get my message?”

“Yeah,” she replied. “This is Tom. He saw me sitting here ALONE and offered to keep me company. Wasn’t that nice?” Tom was a big, muscular, bald man with a goatee and tattoos covering upper halves of both his arms.

“Hi, I’m Gene, nice to meet you,” I said and held out my hand. He said, flatly, “what’s up” and looked at me like I was his little prison bitch. He didn’t even take my to shake it.

“What took you so long?” she asked.

“I helped a little old lady across the street,“ I said, and shrugged my shoulders.

Biff (I mean Tom) rolled his eyes, “Yeah right! Good one! Ha ha!!!”

Debbie gave me the evil eye and said, “Well you gonna sit down or what?”

I looked at Biff and back at her. “Ya know, I think I’ll pass. You guys have fun.” And I walked away.

“Wait!” She got up and walked over to me, grabbed my arm. “What the fuck do you mean? First you’re late then you leave??? What the fuck, I don’t have many days off, do you KNOW how many other things I could have been doing tonight?”

“Sorry, changed my mind. I’m sure Biff will take good care of you. Have fun.” And I turned my back and walked away.

“Asshole!”

I walked back to my car and called Rose’s number. “Is that tea still hot?”

“Yes! Is your date over already?” she said.

“She couldn’t make it. These things happen,” I replied.

“Oh, I am so sorry! Well I hope she isn’t sick or something. Reggie’s wife has real bad allergies….” And on she went. When I got there, I gave her the flowers and we ate the chocolate meant for Debbie.

The next day, I had a nasty email from Debbie. She told me what a great fuck Biff was, and how I had missed out. I didn’t even reply.

I have a new friend. I take her to the store every Wednesday, then we have tea and talk. I have heard some fascinating stories about Germany, Hitler’s rise and the carnage of WWII. I had to sift through a lot of rambling and nonsense, but it was there underneath.

I don’t think Rose is gonna be around much longer. She would never tell me how old she is (I’m not sure she knows). But I can sorta piece it together from the stories, and my guess is 95 or older. I know I’ll miss her.


runzwithknives 61F

3/7/2006 4:07 am

Sweet as hell, darlin'. Not many would bother. Glad you follow you heart. You are both very lucky!!

Big Hugs to ya


saddletrampsk 55F

3/7/2006 11:24 am

I think that first date was a skanky bitch..glad you ditched her and went for the granny date..


Ultraviolet_69 63F

3/8/2006 7:18 pm

Darlin' I thought you were a good guy before and now I know you're terrific! "Angels help free us from the web of negativity." Your angel helped free you from the web of negativity emitted by that conceited self-absorbed sorry excuse for a woman.


texastwist57 60F

3/8/2006 8:36 pm

You weave a wonderful story..very descriptive and certainly sweet...


rm_sj365 57F
2414 posts
3/9/2006 9:47 am

and this is why i love you.

maybe you forgot to tell yourself...you are soooooo out of the swingin' , meaningless, casual sex thang.

sj *smiling*


goodnrg32 49F
4 posts
3/9/2006 6:57 pm

you are truly an angel on this earth!


rm_goddess1946 107F
13518 posts
3/11/2006 6:28 pm

YOU ... are the absolute best...
then again, I already knew that

[post 263871]

Just a little food for thought.............
If you really want to be happy, nobody can stop you...
{=}


Niki_Baby 58F

3/15/2006 9:22 am

Thank you for the smile that you sent unknowingly to me via e-mail as I read your story
Now I know why I clicked your nic to see what your profile might reveal to me, there is so much more to you, than a glimpse of your photo shows.
Too bad your so far from me, I would wait if you were late( I am the one who is always late)...you are very well worth the wait from what I have seen so far!
Good Luck with your journey, you are one in a milion....


BenefitsFriend69 58M/61F

3/16/2006 10:04 am

Thanks so much everyone for reading this and replying. I am so fortunate to have such wonderful cyber friends.

I had someone ask me if this story was real, or if I made it up. Reasonable question, but yes, it's definitely real, except "Debbie's" name was changed to protect the innocent. I doubt she'll read this, but good to be save anywya.

Rose and I talk and see each other whenever we can. I give her rides places, sometimes we walk in the park behind my house. We're only a mile or so from each other. Her mind is still intact for the most part, but she does forget things and ramble a lot. I'm gonna meet Reggie when he comes to visit this summer.

Thanks again for reading this stuff. I'm flatterd and honored.

Love & Light,
G


lizardqueen2004 58F
6 posts
3/19/2006 12:11 am

Hey G,
I just read this and boy, you are a prince among men.
Puja kisses and soul smiles.
Liz


rm_happywarrior 64M
6 posts
3/24/2006 9:11 am

great story, better life, hope that the "hot' one you're looking finds you with that smile on your face....best day I ever spent was running a marathon with a blind man, beautiful scenery, and all these people kept cheering for us.. what a life

thanks again

sandy


Jennyvega2003 57F

3/24/2006 3:23 pm

Ahhh, what a guy! I just LOVE Grannies.

What happened to the flowers/candy? I think Rose might have liked them...certainly "the Bitch" didnt need them.

Good luck finding sacred love,

Jen


barbiebunny 37F
5597 posts
3/29/2006 4:32 pm

God I love you for this.. Keep us updated on your visits. Screw that self-centered woman. Im proud that U stood up like a man... YAYYYY

Its good to be...ME


__Huntress__ 56M/59F

3/30/2006 2:37 am

See, good women really do like good men ! It's so good to see you back !

{=}


redlipsprincess
(Princess Lips)
53F

3/30/2006 7:28 pm

OMG
I loved this...

Your a doll!


Too many Debs and Bifs in life...
and not enuff Roses!

TTFN


shychurchmouse 51F
239 posts
4/5/2006 12:45 am

Oh how sweet. Sounds like your heart was much bigger then your sex drive that day.


mouthmusic2 57F

4/6/2006 12:43 am

What a wonderful random act of kindness, and you found a golden nugget Thank you for sharing this, you amaze me.


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