Now that Valentine’s Day is over, I can really impress Cassie with this ‘thinking of you” gift and card, thought Eddie. It will have more meaning this way and should go far in scoring with her – lets her know that I just didn’t give it to her because of a date on the calendar. After laboring for one hour in the local drugstore, he decided on a card, candy and a dozen yellow smiley face balloons to impress her. He had everything planned-after dinner they’d stop by his place.
Eddie found it awkward to express how he felt to a woman whom he really liked; he often found himself getting nervous and jittery to the point of breaking out in a cold sweat. Remembering a few years back to his last love interest, he had planned a romantic date with dinner, flowers and dancing. The evening had gotten off to a great start, he recalled and then sighed. They had just returned to the table after dancing and having fantastic conversation when somehow, as he pulled her chair out for her, the wine glass tipped over, spilling its crimson contents all over her white silk dress, stockings and shoes. The expression on her face registered sheer horror and disgust. Needless to say, the evening was cut short. Oh well, another one bites the dust, he had thought. Never heard from her again either, even after he called to apologize. Well, it won’t be like that this time. It won’t. Cassie was different. She always had a nice smile and a kind word for everyone that came in the bank. Even him, he thought.
Eddie whistled as he strolled from the drug store and carefully placed all the items on the back seat in his car. Feeling confident, he stopped at the local town liquor store and even bought a bottle of wine for the special day. Yup, just what I need to set the mood. Never know what might happen after a glass or two of wine-he let his mind trail off with possibilities.
On Friday morning, Eddie got up and began his day with gusto instead of the usual humdrum routine of showering, shaving and getting dressed. Might even try a different tie and cologne, he thought. He then turned on the radio and found a steady stream of love songs still being played on the radio. Hmm…probably left over from Valentine’s Day.
As he arrived at his desk, Cassie darted right over to greet him.
“Gee Eddie, hi, you really look nice today.”
“Thanks Cassie for noticing. You look nice today too. I am so looking forward to tonight.”
“I am too.” She lingered for a moment, still wanting to talk but not finding the words for conversation, so she rushed off to her desk.” “See you at 8:00pm tonight.” her voice trailed.
The rest of the day was a blur of activity: clients, files and telephone calls. He left at 5:00pm sharp in preparation for the soon to start evening.
He picked Cassie up promptly at 8:00pm. She looked jazzy in a green halter top, silver shawl for the cool, night air, fitted black skirt and silver high heeled shoes. Her fragrance was intoxicating. Wow, she’s a real knock-out, he thought.
Dinner went fine. Cassie ordered a salad and Eddie ordered chicken. Conversation flowed, she laughed at his jokes and flirted with him-lightly touching his hand when he said something really witty.
As the evening began to wind down, Eddie worked up enough nerve to ask the big question, “Hey, Cassie, would you like to go back to my place for a nightcap?”
“Sure, why not?”
So far so good, he thought. I never got to this point before.
After entering his apartment, Cassie took a seat on the sofa. She quickly kicked off her shoes and got comfortable, seductively crossing her legs. Eddie turned on the music to a nice mellow jazz station. He then eased onto the sofa next to her. Once again they quickly became engaged in a very animated conversation about film. Before Eddie could get to the wine, Cassie became very interested in his art and photography albums.
“You draw and photograph nudes?”
“Yes, I do.”
“I’d love to pose! I always thought of doing something like that. You’re such a nice guy, you would never dream of doing anything inappropriate. I really trust you, you know that Eddie?”
Eddie could do nothing but stare at her in disbelief. Not quite what I had planned but it’ll work.
Suddenly Cassie looked at her watch, “Oh, it’s 1:30am. I should be getting home.”
Smiling to himself Eddie thought, wow, good guys always finish second. Or do they?