Maria 2015-present – Amor en vano -Part II

Another tale of one man’s journey through the dating scene in Philadelphia. Searching for true love.

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In our last episode, our hero was meeting with Maria at a coffee shop to find out why she had been let go from her job. But does he have ulterior motives?

Maria stated that It was one incident on a Saturday night where she did one shot with a table of people. But she said some of the other servers said she was drinking all night long, and that simply wasn’t true. But I was just happy that she was talking to me and meeting with me over coffee. I asked her what was she going to do now and she said she had already gotten another job at a nicer restaurant. I was surprised it happened so fast but in that industry there is always turnover, and they always need experienced help. Maria lamented that she’d have to learn a new menu but other than that it was a decent gig. I had been to the new place when it opened and I thought it was a great spot in a good area. The food was good, so she’d probably do alright there.

And that’s when I said the following. “Maria, I have something else I need to share with you.” She crossed her arms. I’m really good at reading people’s body language so I tried to put her at ease. I told her that I had real feelings for her. You have to be willing to take risks like this if you want the better rewards in life. But I will tell you, sometimes you roll the dice and your number doesn’t come up. Maybe on a later roll, but sometimes you leave the casino alone and broke.  She said she didn’t want to be misconstrued on how she was when she would serve us at the restaurant.

I understand if a server is sweet and a little flirty it helps garner bigger tips. It’s just human psychology. I told her she was just being friendly and that it was her personality that shone through. I told her all of those times we came into the restaurant all I wanted to see was her. The weekends I would spend at my office working on ad copy. I would text her and say “I’m burning so many calories banging my head against the wall trying to come up with an idea for this ad campaign it’s making me hungry. Should I come see you and have some delicious sliders?” That was the sort of thing I would do but it was all about wanting to see her.

She responded, “Do you think we’d be compatible?” And I said, “We went to the flower show, that was great and you don’t know if you’re compatible until you spend time with someone.” I simply told her how I felt about her. I think she was surprised, but at least I know it’s out there now and I’ve said it. I know she’s sporty and I’m more of the arts guy but who knows? Stranger things have happened. (Please continue reading this blog each week and you’ll know!) She was on her way to the new job when she met me, so I bid her farewell and told her I’d stay in touch. We hugged and she was gone. At least now she knew what I felt for her.

I told Maria that me and my colleague were going to boycott the old place for firing her by never going there again, but that clearly wasn’t happening. The food is delicious there and we still love the lunch hostess mary, and a couple of the other servers there!

So the summer was upon us and the last contact I had with her was at the end of June. We had spoken on the phone a couple of times but she seemed half in the bag when I called her.  I wasn’t in much better shape, so I don’t really know what we talked about but I suppose it was something. Whatever it was, it sort of sustained contact. But remember, this blog is called Phicklephilly, so I am easily distracted. Especially in the summertime.

So here it is the middle of August, and I decide to check in with her. I texted her, “Hey, I know it’s been forever, and I hope all is well with your new gig. Would you like to meet up for a drink one day next week?” Crickets. (When there is no response back from someone I will always use the word, crickets) So I wait until that night and text again, “Lunch?” Crickets. So the next day was Friday, and I was complaining to my friend at lunch how I hadn’t heard back from Maria, and figured that was it. She was gone. I told him how I had asked her out for a drink, and then lunch and all I heard was the deafening roar of a thousand crickets. He said, “Just write something funny.”

So I texted her the word “Popcorn?”

And after three days of silence she suddenly responded.

She wrote something lame that we’ve all done, “lol sorry thought it sent” “I have one more week til school but we will see how next week looks.” I responded, “Great! Popcorn worked!”

Back to crickets. That Monday I texted her to see what her schedule looked like. That was Monday of this week. This all just happened! She got back to me and said 1pm on Tuesday would work. I know she likes seafood, so I was excited that this would be our first formal, “I ask you to go out somewhere and you and I do that alone, and not at a flower show that I got free tickets to kinda thing” So I said. “Meet me at Devon at 1pm tomorrow.” She said, “yes.”

Now I know what you’re thinking, why did he go big on the first exclusive date? Because I wanted to show her that although Luke’s Lobster is great, and Seafood Unlimited is great as too, Devon is on the park in Rittenhouse. They’re not going to screw it up. It’ll be classy. Like me. and I want her to feel that she’s important to me. I’m not going to take her to Ruby Tuesday’s for lunch. I’m a Leo. I had to go big. In my mind, she’s worth it.

tuesday arrives. I get to Devon and she arrives shortly thereafter. I got a quiet table in the back, and the waiter was nice. Maria looked lovely. Nice dress, tanned skin from the summer sun, the same raven hair and dark eyes I love. She orders a glass of sparkling and I do the same.

We order the shrimp cocktail, and the plump little prawns arrived on a plate of ice. They were delicious with the sparkling wine. She ordered the moon fish, and I got the mixed seafood grille. The food was delicious and we even shared. During the meal she expressed that she was stressed about school, work and income. Pretty normal stuff. It was a pleasant meal with a pretty girl that I like, probably for the wrong reasons, but I had a good time. The meal was expensive. I paid the tab of course. It was more expensive than I suspected. But I did pick the place, and I did ask her out.

She had a dress with her that she needed to get hemmed for a wedding she’s in next month. I was going to take her to my tailor in Rittenhouse but because our lunch went from 1pm to after 2:30 I had to get back to work. So we hugged and off she went to get her dress fixed.

That night I sent her a friend request on Facebook, and messaged her to see how the hemming went. She accepted my request and got right back to me and said she had forgotten her shoes that she was going to wear to the wedding so she had to go back the next day. They can’t hem your dress with out the right shoes! The next day which would have been Wednesday of this week, I texted her and said, “Dress hemmed?”

Crickets.

So I discussed all of this with a few of my friends, and decided that Maria really isn’t into me. You can’t force something that simply isn’t there.

She liked the free tanning session. The free tickets to the Philadelphia Flower Show, the free glasses of wine while she was there.  The free lunch and drinks at Devon Seafood the other day. What’s not to like? Everybody loves free stuff, and she knows I’m a gentleman, so she’s safe.

We discussed doing seafood again and I’d probably take her to Zama. But at the end of the day, what I would like is to hold her hand, and walk through the park. Kiss her. That would be wonderful. But I don’t think that’s going to happen. So I think I’m going to let this go.

Today, Friday, 8/26/16 I was at work and after telling a friend that I am probably done with Maria because it’s a waste of everyone’s time, and will never turn into a romantic affair.

That’s when my phone beeped.

It was a text from Maria, responding to my text from yesterday about the dress being hemmed.

Maria: “I told them to take their time!”

I should go to my tailor and secretly pay for it. What a surprise that would be for her. But I’m not going to do that. And we’ll all be better off for it. It was kind of her to spend time with me, but she just doesn’t have any feelings for me. So sadly, this really has be Amor en Vano.

 

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