As of today, I have 9,998 views on my flickr account! When will I have 10,000?
And now, the rest of the story... when I last left off, I was on a horrible date with Some Guy. I looked up and guess who I saw? No, not Veto. It was his friend Kim. She gave me a very funny look. Finally, she sidled up to me and said, "So, you won't go out with my friend but you'll go out with This Guy?"
I was mortified. Not only was I out on the worst date in history, I got found out by a friend who was trying to set me up, and I'd been protesting that I don't go out on dates. I stood there, still trying to convince her under my breath that I didn't want to be on this date, but she had a very, very skeptical look on her pretty face.
Back to Veto. He tried calling me again. Only this time, my mother answered and took a message. Now, when The Fan takes a message for you, you return the call. That's the rule in our house since we were old enough to use the phone.
What does a girl do when she is that confused? The only thing to do. Go to your gay hairdresser for highlights and advice. He laughed when I told him about the sparkly shirt and the horrible date with The Guy. Then he asked, if anyone else had called me. So I told him. He stopped the blow dryer immediately and got a very serious look on his face. Very serious. As if I'd just asked for a brush cut or something. He looked over the rim of his Versace glasses and said, "Now Ben, he is a good person. You are a fool if you don't go out with him."
Well, this got me to thinking. Andrew, he generally hates heterosexual men. He has a few heterosexual friends, and I know of them to be very good people. Andrew has exceptional intuition about people. Now, I'd pretty much decided to go out with Veto.
But it wouldn't be that easy. I'd told Kim to send him off. I'd told our mutual friend Karon to remind Kim to call him off. And now, it seemed like a bad idea. That day at lunch, I mentioned to Karon that I thought maybe I'd changed my mind. Immediately, she tried calling Kim, but she got her voice mail. All she managed to say into the phone was, "Abort, abort!" hoping that Kim would get the message and not call Ben.
When I got home, I called Ben. I finally returned his call. He was so polite. He asked me how my dog Wrigley was. He really was paying attention. He wondered if we could go out that week but I had a commitment. I asked about the next week but he had a commitment. It didn't seem like it was going to happen.
What about next Friday night? No, I was having a big birthday party for Loopy. All her friends and their mothers were coming over for the annual mother-daughter party. Saturday night? He said that would work... and guess what? We went for dinner that Saturday night at seven o'clock and we talked and we talked. We didn't look at the menu, we were so busy talking. Finally, the waiter came out and said the kitchen was preparing to close... could we order? That's how much we had to talk about. The best line of the evening:
Waiter: Can I bring you the cheque, sir? The we're closing now.
Veto: In that case, just bring me one more cup of coffee.
And I knew. I don't know if he knew, but I knew. He was leaving for a business trip to Jamaica the very next morning. He'd be gone for a whole week. He asked if he could phone me from Jamaica during the week. And he did. Just when I thought he would: on Wednesday evening, exactly halfway through the week. I knew that's what he'd do, after talking to him for five hours straight. I knew his favourite flavour of ice cream was grape, I knew he'd shaved off the beard he was wearing when we met, I knew that he loved his job but I didn't know much else about it. But I knew that he would phone exactly halfway through the week and that we would see each other when he got back. And he did. And we did.