When I woke up the next morning at eleven - this was still morning in my world - I was inspired. I couldn’t believe the fortune that had been bestowed upon me the night before. I reached for my notebook, which I keep next to my bed, and jotted down yesterday’s date. This was the day that I had met the girl of my dreams.
I called Lisa at work.
“Hobart and Klein, this is Lisa speaking.”
“Hey, its me,” I said.
“How did you know I was here? It’s Sunday.”
“Exactly, it’s Sunday. That’s how I knew you were there.”
“I’m ready to kill myself. This is the ninth weekend in a row that I’ve been here. I hate this job.”
“Just tell them you’re not coming in,” I said.
“Yeah, right. It doesn’t work that way David. I’m trying to get out of my parent’s house.”
“Good woman. Hard work. I like it. Keep plugging away there, killer,” I said.
“Don’t be an asshole,” Lisa said.
“I’ve got myself a new girlfriend,” I said.
“What? When did that happen?”
“Well, it didn’t quite happen yet, but it’s going to. I met this amazing girl last night at
Jon’s wedding.”
“Jon got married? Who did you go with?”
“No one. Anyway. She was –”
“You didn’t go with anyone, and you didn’t invite me! I can’t believe it. You’re still mad about the yacht club thing, aren’t you?”
“C’mon, don’t be silly,” I said.
“You are. I told you gin doesn’t agree with me, and that bartender was making me gin and tonics, instead of vodka tonics.” This was Lisa’s sad defense.
“They don’t really taste the same, but that’s not the point. I don’t care. Listen, I believe you. Come on. Let me tell you this news,” I pleaded.
“Okay, go ahead,” She said, shame in her voice.
“Anyway, she’s amazing. I know we met only yesterday, but I can tell. This is something special, and I know she going to feel the same way.
“You sound a little bit like a stalker.”
“Oh, shut up. It was magic. I don’t know how it happened, but it did. I’m calling her later tonight to ask her out. I can’t wait to see her,” I was gushing.
“I’ve never seen you like this. I’m happy for you and – what’s her name again?”
“Erica.”
“Erica what?”
“Erica . . . hmmmm . . . I don’t actually know her last name. I’ll ask her later tonight. Who cares? At least I can find her. She gave me her number.”
“A woman gave you her number? Things really are looking up,” Lisa said. “On a different note, I have some more good news for you. While you were gallivanting about at Jon’s wedding, I was stepping up to bat for you at work. After countless hours of groveling and promises that I will never be able to keep, I managed to get you a job at Hobart. All you have to do is show up for the interview, and the job is yours! We’re going to be working together! Can you believe that? I can’t wait. You will show up for the interview, won’t you?”
“Really?! I don’t know what to say. Actually I do, thank you. Thank you! Yes, of course, I’ll show up for the interview. I don’t care how corporate it is, or how many commuters I will have to stomach, as long as I can get out of this house.”
“Well, my friend, looks like you and I aren’t long for this town. We better start looking for apartments - they’re hard to get.”
“New York City, here we come!”