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I stopped to take a look at myself in the mirrored wall of the Lobby and prayed that I would somehow see the young, hopeful fifteen-year-old that I had once been. Instead, all I saw was the over weight middle aged loser that I have become. So, instead of turning right and going into the restaurant I turned left and went into the bar. I found a seat at the bar, ordered a Margarita, drank it without even taking a breath and ordered a second one.
While I waited for the bartender to make my drink I looked around and saw that writer guy sitting at a table watching me.
"Are you following me?" I asked louder than I should have.
He smiled that beautiful smile of his and said, "No, are you following me?"
Honey, I would follow you anywhere!
"You wish! I'm staying at this hotel and I have a 7:30 dinner date in the restaurant."
"Well, I'm staying here too and it is 7:35."
There's that smile again!
"A girl needs to make an entrance." I said rather indignantly.
He laughed out loud, grabbed his glass and moved from his table to the seat next to mine as he said, "While you're killing time why don't you tell me about your date."
"His name is Ben and when I was fifteen he broke my heart."
"I see. And just what made this Ben guy so special?"
"He was the first guy to ever show any interest in me."
"So, you're saying that he was the first boy with good eyesight and half a brain that you ever met?"
I love this man!
"I knew you were a writer, but I didn't know you wrote science fiction."
There's that smile I like.
"Can I talk you into blowing off Super Ben and having dinner with me instead?"
Yes...yes...yesss!
"No"
What? Why did I just say no?
"Well, that was certainly a fast response. Do you mind if I ask why you would rather have dinner with this man who broke your heart years ago then with me?"
"I'm on a mission and I have to see it through." I explained to him.
Laughing he replied, "Oh yes, the loser or not a loser mission."
"Don't laugh! You can't possibly understand how important this is to me!"
Be quiet, now! You sound like a spoiled child!
He threw his hands up in a surrender motion. "I'm not laughing at you. I heard your story and I understand. You feel that you need to prove something. You don't have to prove anything to me though."
Oh my God! A man who is beautiful and understanding!
I didn't know what to say to that so I looked at the bar and saw my empty Margarita glass. I wondered why it is that Margaritas always seem to disappear around me. I think I'm being haunted by a ghost who drinks them before I get a chance.
I put some money on the bar and pushed myself up and off of the barstool, "I better go. I'm about to pass fashionably late and go straight to unbelievably rude."
I managed to take one step before I heard the ripping sound. It seems my dress was caught on something and I was now headed for a dinner date with a rip across my rear end.
Alden, looked at me with something that was a cross between pity and hysteria on his face. Then he said, "As long as you don't let him walk behind you, you'll be fine."
I fought back the tears, nodded and walked out with my head held high and my purse covering my butt.
