Art Gallery Gal
Posted: 14 Mar 2015 00:16
The first time I go together with Art Gallery Gal was a couple of years ago. We met at -- duh -- an art gallery open house, and later that night we had a quickie in the unisex, one-person public room at a bar a few blocks away. She wrote down her name and number afterwards, but I must have lost it because the next day I couldn't find it, and I just couldn't remember her name.
I ran into her two weeks ago at a reception for a book signing that was in a downtown restaurant. It was clear neither of us could remember the other's name, which was just as well since she was there with a guy who I assume was a date, but perhaps was just a friend, but perhaps was an actual boyfriend. As we were milling around the cocktail party we kept purposefully running into one another. At one point she mentioned the last time we had met, and said it was very unlike her but she thought about it a lot because it was so "bad" and she awlays wanted to be the kind of person that would do something like that. I suggested she try doing something like that again "right now." Her eyes lit up and then she said no, there was no way she could.
The restaurant was on the bottom floor of an office building at it was 8:30 at night so I told her I was going to go up to the second floor and wait by the restroom for 15 minutes. I told her I very much wanted her to join me. I waited less than 5 before she arrived.
"I didn't even have to lie to the person I came with," she giggled, "I just told him I needed to go find a restroom."
Unfortunately, the restrooms on that floor were locked. So we tried the third floor: also locked. But the fourth floor was the charm, and we found an unlocked and recently cleaned women's room. We had meant to take five minutes, but when we were done we realized we'd spent 5 trying to find a place to fool around, and lost track of time once we had. all in all, she'd been gone almost a half hour.
So I did the decent thing, and waited ten minutes after she went down to the party. Then I went out through the office building door and didn't return to the restaurant, so that whoever it was she was with wouldn't wonder why we had both returned after having been gone so long.
And of course because she was panicked about how we'd lost track of time when we were zipping back up, once again I didnot get her name or number.
sigh...
I ran into her two weeks ago at a reception for a book signing that was in a downtown restaurant. It was clear neither of us could remember the other's name, which was just as well since she was there with a guy who I assume was a date, but perhaps was just a friend, but perhaps was an actual boyfriend. As we were milling around the cocktail party we kept purposefully running into one another. At one point she mentioned the last time we had met, and said it was very unlike her but she thought about it a lot because it was so "bad" and she awlays wanted to be the kind of person that would do something like that. I suggested she try doing something like that again "right now." Her eyes lit up and then she said no, there was no way she could.
The restaurant was on the bottom floor of an office building at it was 8:30 at night so I told her I was going to go up to the second floor and wait by the restroom for 15 minutes. I told her I very much wanted her to join me. I waited less than 5 before she arrived.
"I didn't even have to lie to the person I came with," she giggled, "I just told him I needed to go find a restroom."
Unfortunately, the restrooms on that floor were locked. So we tried the third floor: also locked. But the fourth floor was the charm, and we found an unlocked and recently cleaned women's room. We had meant to take five minutes, but when we were done we realized we'd spent 5 trying to find a place to fool around, and lost track of time once we had. all in all, she'd been gone almost a half hour.
So I did the decent thing, and waited ten minutes after she went down to the party. Then I went out through the office building door and didn't return to the restaurant, so that whoever it was she was with wouldn't wonder why we had both returned after having been gone so long.
And of course because she was panicked about how we'd lost track of time when we were zipping back up, once again I didnot get her name or number.
sigh...
Keep these coming buddy!