I probably shouldn't write about this because it happened within the last year, but...well, all is fair in Love and Laughter. Anyway, I met this guy, Brett, on one of the more reputable dating sites. We went through the usual process of emailing, talking on the phone before agreeing to a 'Meet and Greet' at the only local bar in town. As a rule, I don't like to meet an online date at a night, especially at a bar, but Brett seemed like a straight-up kind of guy and the place we were meeting was only a few a miles from my house should a quick escape be necessary. I arrived first and waited as close to the bar's entrance as I could so we wouldn't miss each other. When I saw long, jean clad legs unfold from the Ford pickup, I was intrigued. As he stood, adjusting his Stetson (it had to be a Stetson-- a guy like this would only wear the best), he glanced towards the entrance and spotted me, certainly catching my curious expression; I mean, this guy was hot, Mel Gibson hot. So why was he looking for girls on a dating site? Then again, I wasn't exactly chopped liver...We chose a table outside, away from all of the ruckus at the bar, ordered drinks and talked ourselves speechless. It wasn't until the waitress reminded us that it was 'last call' that we realized that it was already 2 am. Brett held my hand casually as we walked towards my car. He whispered so softly that I could barely hear his "May I?" as he kissed me so ...tenderly...that I didn't want him to stop. Ah, but alas, he did, stepping away towards his truck. "I had a real nice time tonight," he smiled.
" Me too." I felt like a teenager on her very first date. I turned to unlock my car.
"Hey, hang on there, darlin'...I just thought of something."
Oh really?? I'll do anything, I promise!!
"I have to make a run down to Atlanta tomorrow morning to make a delivery" He had told me earlier that he and his brother manufactured a specific tool necessary for hand-dipped candles. Didn't make any sense to me, but what did I know? "I'd sure appreciated the company, especially with a lady as beautiful as you."
Did I have anything going on tomorrow? Hell no!! "Okay..."
Brett and I headed southwest to Atlanta. We bantered back and forth, and time seemed to fly by the time we backed towards the Receiving Dock of our destination.. While Brett and the Receiving Foreman named Rick unloaded the. truck, I found my way to the ladies room. I washed my hands and glanced at the reflection in the mirror above the sink. Damn, I looked pretty good for a 40ish year old broad. I sauntered back to the receiving area and found Brett and Rick shootin' the shit. Then Rick's gaze settled on me and he asked," And who is this lovely lady, Brett?"
"Oh damn, sorry Rick. This is Lisa."
LISA??? Was he nuts?! LISA????
Rick nodded his head in approval, "Pretty name, Lisa is. Reminds me of that 'ol painting hanging somewhere in France. Well, it was very nice to meet you, Miss Lisa.. Keep an eye on this guy," he motioned with his thumb to Brett. I just smiled and climbed in the passenger side of the truck. Lisa?? Where the hell did he dream that one up? I mean, Lisa is a beautiful name-if that's indeed your name. But Brett and I had been emailing, phoning, had spent hours together last night and this morning talking about, what I'd assumed was everything. How could he possibly not know my name?
Brett climbed into the truck and started the engine. "Rick's a good guy. Sure took a liking to you," he grinned before we pulled onto the highway. I tried to think of a tactful way to correct his mistaking my name, but there wasn't one.
"Hey, I'm starved, " Brett announced, "Wanna get some lunch?"
" My name's not Lisa." I blurted it out so fast, that I almost didn't understand myself.
" Whaaaat? Your name's not-"
"Lisa. My name isn't Lisa. It's Kim."
Needless to say, Brett and "Lisa" never make it to a third date. And after that little mishap, I insist on being called Kimberley, then inevitably Kimmie. I don't think my name is a difficult one to remember. Unless you're a Stetson-wearing guy named Brett.
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