Day Two Of My Committed Relationship

I woke up this morning, opened my eyes,  rolled over and realized my blog was still there.  It didn't "need space" or tell me it "wasn't ready for a relationship" or simply a "free spirit".  It was right there waiting for me to make the first move.  Well I have never been the type of girl to initiate so I pondered.  Then I realized I was a grown ass woman and I better get with the program.  So with the gentle touch of my fingertips my blog wanted more, so I obliged and here we are.  Day two.  No complications yet.

I also awoke and realized that me and my blog have two followers.  That's good.  No meddling from outsiders yet.  We are still in the courting stage.

After my first cup of coffee and a kick ass yoga/ballet class, I was ready to face my day.  My yoga teacher is proud that I am committed to my two days a week and my shape is taking form once again.  I work late nights, so that means a midnight snack or two or three.  I always manage to check myself before I wreck myself and the affirmation from my fit friend let me know I was back on track.

So after lots of water and a sushi lunch I was ready for the hungry and thirsty people.  I put on my favorite purple dress to match my purple nails, my Katy Perry Purr perfume, curled my hair, my eyelashes and put on lipstick for days (I was in that kind of mood).  My new committed relationship inspired me and I needed  material so I got into character.  Hollywood Glamour 101.  I could handle anything.

Off to the restaurant, blasting my Adele CD, with my Chanel shades on someone asked me if I was a movie star.  Once upon a time I was in a movie with movie stars, but today I was managing a restaurant.  The new hotspot with fancy drinks and beautiful people.

The restaurant phone always rings off the hook and I rarely get calls there.  People just blow up my Blackberry whenever they want a table.  So when my host (who looks like he just walked out of a gucci ad) pulled me aside to tell me I had a call, I wondered who it was.  Maybe Josh Brolin (he asked for my card once) nooooooo.... it was one of our regulars, he needed a table for one.  I thought this odd because he always brought his adorable wife.  They have been married 47 years and she is 12 years older than him.  She's 94 and he's 82.  Whenever I would see her she always told me to snag a younger man because when I reached her age he would still be around.  I guess all of her friends lost their husbands but she still had hers because she "got him young", her words, not mine. :)

Anyway he was alone because she had fallen and was now recuperating in the hospital.  It had been two weeks.  She hadn't broken any bones but she couldn't go to the bathroom on her own and needed a walker to get around.  He told me he missed her and visited her twice a day.  He said it wasn't so hard being alone except for at night.  The nights were hard.  I could relate.

People that know me, know that I  like to ask a lot of questions. Maybe it stems from that Journalism Degree I got from that fancy private college in Boston.  People always responded well, so I had a knack for not coming off nosy..... So I asked him where he lived? "Westwood."  Was it a house? "Condo."  Did he ever have a house? "Of course, in Bel Air."  How many bedrooms? "Six"  Did they have a pool? "Yes"  How many years did they live in that house? "Twenty five".  His life was flashing before me. "Not many people make it to 94, you know". he said.  I nodded, tears filling my eyes.  I took a deep breath, I couldn't lose it at 7:30 on a Friday night in the middle of the rush.  I sat quietly with him while he finished his meal.    At a loss for words, I gave him my business card and wrote my cell phone number on it.  I wanted him to please call me if he had any news.  He said he would, and I knew he would.  Old people always do what they say, keeping your word is now old fashioned.

I walked him to the door and gave him a big hug.  As he shuffled down the street he turned back to me and told me maybe I would get lucky.  Maybe I would get lucky and find a guy to be with for 47 years, maybe I would get lucky and book another movie and maybe I would get lucky and be able to buy a house someday.  I smiled and turned back into my reality.

I couldn't stop thinking about him, it was in the forefront of my mind all night long.  What a life he had, so many accomplishments, such a great love and he was a kind man.  I thought about my life, my family, my friends and my blog.
I knew I was kind.
Now let's see if I get lucky.