In Thirty Minutes Or Less

Women tend to have a close girlfriend or two that know pretty much everything about them. These kinds of relationships are priceless and I am blessed to have such women in my life. With these friends I share my most private, secret thoughts and I know there will be no judging. These are the ladies in my life who have seen me do the “ugly cry”. With these friends I’m not afraid to tell them my true and actual weight. They know me and they know my soul.

One would think who better to rely on to fix me up with a blind date. Surely, because of this intimate relationship, these girls know my likes or should I say “my requirements” of good dating qualities in men.

I took a chance, once, to allow a girlfriend, my former roommate to set me up with a man she thought would be perfect for me. Apparently, she knew him through her job in the Air Force. Naturally, I asked a million questions – is he handsome? What is his rank? Is he funny? She answered me with – “very attractive, training to be a pilot, with a sense of humor like no other”. This affirmed that this is one guy I need to meet.

When Saturday night rolled around I admit I was excited to finally meet “Pilot Man” and my roommate was just as excited to finally introduce us. I knew she would stay up waiting patiently for my return and would want to hear how the evening went. She helped me pick out the right outfit, she gave approval of my makeup and I was ready.

I was putting on my finishing touches when the doorbell rang. My roommate yelled up the stairs to let me know she would answer the door and invite him in. I came down the stairs and turned the corner to find an attractive, well-dressed man standing in the kitchen. Although he arrived late, he apologized, stating that he had just come from working his part-time job. The three of us enjoyed a glass of wine and finally “Pilot Man” suggests it is time to go. He leads me to our front door and I walk out onto the sidewalk. To my utter disbelief and surprise, there sitting in my driveway was his car.

An old, dirty Toyota Camry with a Domino’s Pizza sign attached firmly to the roof.

Just Lovely…