This afternoon I saw my comic book artist again. After two months of talking, meeting for lunch and drinks. we were supposed to meet at a massage parlor for a deep tissue massage.
Vinney, Watcher, get your minds out of the gutter. It's a legit business.
Unfortunately, they were too busy to let us in.
Alternative, we went to a restaurant, sat at the bar, she had an interesting Tequila cocktail, I had some MaCallium 12 year old, neat. We sat and talked about ourselves again, talked about international politics in the 19th century, talked about near death experiences, talked about our families. Shared crab balls in a spiced coconut sauce.
We got ready to leave, and I told her I really wanted to take her to dinner.
She said she would love that.
I walked her to her car, as we talked more.
We stood and I took her face in my hands and thanked her for being so crazy, yet so sane. And kissed her.
Best date with her yet.