Monsieur called me from work yesterday.
He asked how things were going and we chit-chatted and he said that I needed a night out, on Saturday.
“Sounds nice,” I said. “I mean I haven’t been out in a while. I get asked out but I’m not especially interested in going out with guys or the dating thing.”
“I understand, of course,” he said. “But I have arranged for a sitter, for until 2 AM.”
“A sitter?” I was watching Littlest Boy and chatting online and should have been paying more attention.
“Yes, of course, if you and I were to go out, someone would need to stay with the children,” he said slowly, as if he were talking to someone dense. Which, he was.
“Oh! You’re asking me …” blush, big sneeze, “sorry.”
“Salud.”
“Thanks. Um, yes! I’d love going out with you!” my voice went up an octave. I cringed listening to how eager I sounded.
“Excellent. For Saturday, then?” I could hear him smile.
“Sure! When will the sitter be here? Who is it?” I had no idea about a sitter.
“Oh, I contacted [H] and she would be very glad to do it.” H is 18, very smart, and just started college. She lives in the small town near us.
“She would? Do the boys know her?”
“Yes, she has watched them before,” he said. I could hear him smiling as he talked. “I must go now but will speak to you of it when I come home.”
“Yes, Monsieur,” I said, somewhat out of breath. “I’ll see you then!”
“Oh, and if we go out, whether to hear music, or whichever – can you please not call me ‘Monsieur’ in front of others? I mean, I know you enjoy to do it, but it is somewhat difficult to explain someone who is so formal with me, whom I am sharing the evening. Do you understand?”
I blushed again but stifled the sneeze. “Oh, OK. I mean, of course, Monsieur.”
“Thank you, ma chère. Au revoir then.”
“Bye-bye, Monsieur.” I hung up.
“WOOT!” I yelled.
Littlest Boy looked up from his road construction work. “Woot!” he replied, and drove a toy ambulance to me, sirens blaring. “Woo-woot! Woo-woot!”
I picked him up, kissed him, and said, “I love your daddy. I love you, too.”
“Pa,” he replied. “Pa, pa. MMMMMM … wah.”
Mwah, indeed.
3 comments:
Wooooohooooooo!!!!! :)
Find out where you are going, so i can help you pick out your outfit! *giggles*
Your blog is amazing! You said a few posts ago something like it might read like a cheap romance novel. You are wrong, it reads like a very sophisticated well written piece of literature. I seriously wonder if it is fiction or not. Either way it makes for a good read!
I will be away for a few days and already I can't wait to come back and find out what has happened. I am interested, excited, and even a little concerned about your situation.
GL and bye for now...
Amber: thanks! I'm going to wear that red dress from this post. I'll tell you ALL about it, either here or when I talk to you.
elb: It's non-fiction; as Dave Barry often says, I couldn't make this up. Thank you for the compliments. I'm very flattered.
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