Black and White Movie…

Maggie's Diary | Maggie Modopoulou | Tuesday, February 2nd, 2010 at 12:38

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Last time we were talking about A. a very charming man in his 50s who flirts with me. We had met some months ago in a business project and last week, during a (not so business) lunch he made it clear that he was interested in knowing me better…

So I told him to call me.

The first time he called I was in another room and did not have the time to pick the phone up. He called me few minutes latter. I liked the fact that he seemed impatient to talk to me. I liked the fact that he seemed sure about himself and he seemed to know what he wanted.

Al last a mature man, I thought.

We went in a very well known bar restaurant in the center of Athens.

“Stressed” out

When we went inside the restaurant the person in charge called him with his name so I realized that he went there really often. I felt uncomfortable, as if I was playing in a strange field.

I imagined that at the next table there would be his old friends who would be checking me out as if I were some kind of trophy for their friend. I felt more relaxed when I saw that none of the other customers were his friend.

I felt even more relaxed when a gorgeous girl passed right next to us and he did not even bother to look.

And why should he? I was quite good as well! I had made a great first date preparation: I had gone at the hairdresser’s, I had used a moisturizing facial mask and I had bought a great new dress. I really had to buy the dress, even if I have dozens more in my closet, because it was perfect for the date – with – an older – rich – clever – man occasion.

Really I felt so stressed that it was exhausting. I have known him, as a work partner, for ages…

Who knows… I may be afraid of the fact that he is so sure about himself…

After the dinner we went for a drink. He had not told me where we were going, he kept it as a surprise.

Right to the point

He took me to a very luxurious hotel bar. It seemed a bit suspicious, because a hotel has many bedrooms and it could be tempting…

“Who do you think I am” I told him.

“Someone who enjoys a nice view” he answered.

The view was really impressive. Even though he was doing most of the talking I had a great time. This time he was not talking about him but about me. All the time we were working together and I was trying to understand charts and graphs, he was trying to understand me, to decode my moves..
I was flattered but also scared.

It is not always good to be an open book for somebody and he showed that he could turn all my pages.

We left and as we went to get the car I realized that I had not smoked all night. I put a cigarette in my mouth and he lit it with his lighter.

”I thought you didn’t smoke” I told him when I saw the lighter.

”I don’t any more” he said. “I have quit smoking 15 years ago but I always carry a lighter for the ladies”.

I had not even started smoking 15 years ago…

On the way home I was thinking different excuses to avoid going to his place or avoid him coming to my place. I wanted to be witty. I did not want to seem too strict nor too puritan. I didn’t say anything because he just did not ask.

“Beauty treatment”

We arrived at my house. He kissed me goodnight and said that we would be in touch. He left only when he was sure that I had entered the house.
It seemed odd… I am used in men that go straight to the “point” so his totally normal behavior was strange.

Of course maybe my expectations were too “high”. He had told me that he had not been involved with a woman for quite some time so I was expecting him to make a fast “move”. They had also told me that younger women for older men are like botox and collagen for older women, so I was expecting him to ask for his “beauty treatment”.

But nothing…

Who knows why… Maybe my information was wrong, maybe he was the exception. Who knows…

Could it be that I was experiencing the ‘70s type of flirting, some decades later? Would he start sending me hand written love letters?

We will see about that.

The next day he sent me flowers.

On the card he had only written down his name.