Back by popular demand, (ok it was just one special person) I have decided to bring back Flash Fiction Friday, temporarily anyway. 🙂 Without further ado, I give you- Date Night Originally, this was going to be a poem, but I’ve since slept, and therefore cannot remember it.
Kendal and Cindy had decided that their relationship was suffering from the proverbial rut, so over a matter of a few weeks, deemed a certain night of the week date night. It didn’t always fall on the same night, yet the last few times they went out seemed like it was always Thursday night. One thing they discovered was, Thursday is a busy night for eating out. If they got to a place early enough, they found themselves enjoying a drink and hors d’oeuvres rather quickly. If their timing was off, just by five or ten minutes it seemed, they might have a twenty-minute wait.
It was just such a night that they happened upon a little drama unfolding in the bar area of their favorite Mexican food restaurant, Abelitos. As they approached with their required pager block which would alert them when their table was ready, Cindy noticed an attractive lady dining on that night’s special, prime rib, alone at the bar. First off, Cindy thought it was very accommodating that the bar would serve patrons food, thereby reducing or removing that person’s wait for a table if that suited them of course. Secondly, what made this woman attractive was the shock of salt and pepper hair she had perfectly coiffed and done in a way that half was salt and the other half pepper. As soon as they had secured their beverages and a barstool, Kendal stole an opportunity to ask if the prime rib was any good. The lady looked at him conspiratorially and shook her head as if to say, “Don’t bother.” That was all Cindy needed to see, she knew then that would not be her menu item of choice.
Soon, the pager went off and as it turned out, they were seated at a table right there close to the bar area. Kendal remarked that he could have just left Cindy there at the bar had he known. Once their orders were in, they happily sipped their beverages, a delicious frozen margarita with a sangria swirl for her and a Coronita for Kendal, and noshed on chips and three kinds of salsa. That was one of the things they liked about this place, it was a bit more upscale than the places they frequented on the regular. Normally, they were lucky to get a basket of stale chips and one type of salsa that was refilled whenever the waiter got good and ready to. Not this place though, their waiter was working so hard he was literally sweating. After a bit, they got the food they ordered and while savoring the delightful dishes that had been prepared for them, Cindy noticed a stranger sit down next to Miss Salt and Pepper. A conversation ensued between the two and Kendal said to Cindy it appeared she might be “trolling” for a date. Cindy being the diplomat she was said she didn’t think that was the case at all, she was probably just being polite and making conversation with the guy. She knew that had been the story countless times before she was ever married, and a few times since.
Cindy and her man had been married for over thirty years and they were still the best of friends. Still, sometimes they got so caught up with work drama, family crisis’s and day to day life, they forgot what it was like to have romance and excitement in their relationship. Thus the need to spice things up a bit and get off the couch once a week and enjoy free and easy time with each other. Cindy felt happy and lucky that Kendal loved her enough to make the effort. His desire was for them to grow old and wrinkly together, so they better at least enjoy the ride.
As they ate and drank, Cindy focused on her meal and her own date and lost sight of what took place at the bar until Miss Salt and Pepper got up to leave. Since they had engaged in a few friendly words at the bar, she must have felt like they were privy to her situation because as she turned to go, she looked directly at Cindy and gave her a wink before exiting the bar area. Cindy looked around but could not find the gentleman she had been talking to, so she decided they had hit it off and therefore were rendezvousing somewhere else together. Maybe he saw that she was enjoying a glass of white wine and asked her to join him for another. Whatever it was, she liked to fantasize that he was a perfect gentleman and only wanted to provide the lady some company for the evening. Not everything had to have some ugly connotation attached to it, she surmised. She looked at Kendal then and said, “Looks like Miss Salt and Pepper may have found love everlasting.” He just winked at her and said, “That’s my little romantic, always the dreamer.” “I’m no dreamer,” she replied, “I wasn’t dreaming when I found you!” It must have been the tequila for then she could have sworn she saw his eyes tear up. Guess he was more of a romantic than she gave him credit for. Even after thirty years, they could still surprise each other. This date night thing might just be what the doctor ordered!