Wednesday, April 26, 2006

Cruisin for a date

I had just broken up with someone.

Well, that's not true. I had been dating someone, who, after a weekend ski-trip with the boys, came back to tell me he had met someone else. He told me...over the phone. Just as I was about to see a client. Nice.

I already knew Mr. Cruisin, as he was a friend of a relative. We would see eachother at various events, but he had a girlfriend. Although I thought he was cute, and funny...I didn't look at him in that way, you know, potential husband material...because he was, well...taken.

But as fate would have evening right after a$%hole dumped me...I ran into Mr. Cruisin at a local restaurant. He proceeded to tell me that he and the girlfriend had broken up.

Now, you think I would have been jumping up and down ecstatic at this point, right? I mean, come on...nice Jewish boy, cute, funny, good job, tall, good dresser, hair on his head...what more could a girl ask for?

Well, being the "girl" that I was...I was too immersed in a self-pity party. Afterall, someone actually had the nerve to DUMP me! I was unable to see past my own sorrow, to notice that this perfect speciman of a guy was now available.

A few days later, the relative who was friends with Mr. Cruisin, told me that Mr. Cruisin wanted to ask me out. The relative told him not to...HUH? Well, as it turns out, the relative was just being protective, not wanting me to be a rebound, "transitional" person...and possibly get hurt.

Since I was still in a stupor and wallowing in self-pity, I didn't even react to this. I figured, okay, whatever.

Luckily for me, Mr. Cruisin is a self-made man. If you tell him he can't do something...he's all over it.

So, a few days later, to my surprise, I received a message at work...from none other than Mr. Cruisin. I proceeded to return his call, totally unaware that he was about to ask me out.

And sure enough...that's exactly what happened. We were having a fun, polite conversation, when out it popped...the question..."would you like to go out Saturday night?".

My head was could I go out with this guy when my relative had just told me it wasn't a good idea to go out with someone who was on the rebound? Not to mention, I was still having a wild time attending my own self-pity party.

What to do?

I pretty much had to go out with the poor guy...I mean, he did just break up with someone...wouldn't it be rude to say no? I had known him for years, afterall, and he was my relative's friend, and I felt kinda sorry for him, having just broken up and all.

So, I said YES. We set up the date and that was that...or so I thought.

When I hung up the phone, a thought occured...

Should I really go out with him on a Saturday night?...afterall, Saturday night was notoriously "date" night. I didn't want to say no, but I didn't want him to think I was really interested in that way, since I had been warned by my relative that I would probably end up hurt.

So this was my quick-thinking plan.

I would call him back, and explain that I couldn't go out Saturday night...something had come up, but I could go out with him Wednesday or Thursday night. He said it would be no problem and we changed the date to Thursday.

It just so happens that following my phone call to Mr. Cruisin, my mother called. I proceeded to tell her about my upcoming date...telling her of the switch from Saturday to Thursday, and the carefully thought out plan behind this decision, when she had this to say to me:

"Cruisin-mom (she always called me that)...don't you deserve to have a date on a Saturday night? You don't have to marry him...just go out on a nice date...there's no harm in that."

Panic quickly set mother (as always, dammit) was right. Why shouldn't I go out on a nice date, with a nice person, who could at the very least, end up being a good friend?

I picked up the phone, and called Mr. Cruisin back. I explained that the plans for Saturday night had been changed and I could go out afterall.

Mind you...this is all happening within a 20 minute time frame at the most.

Let's recap: Mr. Cruisin calls for Saturday night date. I say yes. I rethink, and call back within 5 minutes to change to Thursday night. I talk to mom 5 minutes later. I call Mr. Cruisin back to say Saturday night is good afterall. Cruisin Mom appears to be "nuts" at this point in time.

Thankfully, Mr. Cruisin was still in a bit of his own stupor, having just broken up with his throughout all of this he was just kind of like "whatever".

By now the guy knows I'm nuts, but decides to show up for the "Saturday night" date anyway.

Since that phone call, (or calls, I should say), I had developed the cold of the century. I was sneezing and coughing... and producing enough mucous to fill Dodger Stadium.

Ah, yes, I was a beautiful, red-nosed sight. And I had to decide what to wear on this okay-I'll go out with you on a Saturday night-but don't want you to get the idea that I'm interested-because you are on the rebound and I don't want to get hurt-date.

I decided to go casual, sweater and cords...nice but nothing fancy (hey, at least I wore something besides my blue jeans).

It was time, and Mr. Cruisin arrived...I opened the door, and there he stood...ADORABLE!!! My heart did that thing it does when you first realize you are actually attracted to someone...I believe it's called "skipping a beat" or "all a flutter" or "tingly all over" or "the need to throw up"...well, you get the idea.

There he stood...wearing a tie!!! I was dressed casual and he was wearing a tie...YIKES!

So of course, being the genteel gal that I was, I immediately blurted out, rather loudly I might add, "You're wearing a tie!!!" ...(Duuuuuh)

You know what that adorable man with hair on his head did? ... he bravely ripped off the tie! He could sense my discomfort (the scream may have tipped him off) . "Wow,...this guy is already getting me", I thought to myself, as I proceeded to blow mucous into a kleenex.

Off we went. We drove into Westwood (the ultimate date destination in those days) for a wonderful dinner and movie. A new movie starring Dustin Hoffman and Bill Murray had just opened (Tootsie) and we stood in line to see it. We talked effortlessly, really getting to know one another, while I proceeded to blow and hoch up buckets of mucous.

How could any man resist that?

Well apparently, this man couldn't. Here we were on a Saturday night, out on a non-date, date, having the time of our lives. The connection was undeniable. The conversation and laughter endless...not to mention the mucous.

He brought me home. We talked (yes, really, that's all) until the wee hours of the morning. At one point, I excused myself to the bathroom. And here is what Mr. Cruisin told me later about that moment:

He spied a mastercard bill sitting on my dining room table (open, so it wasn't like he was going through my mail). It was for a grand total of $32.50. It was at that very moment he knew he could spend his life with me.

Afterall, what woman has a mastercard bill of only $32.50? So, she screams and blows mucous and calls me 3 times within 20 minutes to keep rearranging our date...she has a mastercard bill of only $32.50. He knew then, I was the woman of his dreams. Needless to say, those bills have a few more zeros tacked on them now.

The evening was coming to a close...and he asked me out for a second date.

There was no turning back now. This man, apparently thought I was wonderful...mucous and all.
And I knew, that any man who could take in stride and laugh at endless streams of mucous and being screamed at on a first date, was most likely the man for me.

We danced the first dance at our wedding to...

the theme from Tootsie.


Wendy said...

$32.50? I'd have married you too! Seriously, what a wonderful story. It was meant to be. And now, all these years later, you still seem so happy. How sweet! Mucous and all.

Irina Tsukerman said...

Wow! What a great story! Even the mucous! : P

torontopearl said...

"Time, I been passin' time watching planes go by
All of my life...

..Something's tellin' me it might be you..."

WHAT A PERFECT SONG -- and story!

Sweettooth120 said...

Awww - that is so adorable.

Regina Clare Jane said...

Wow, crusin-mom- now I'm all a flutter! That was such a great story and you tell it so well- I could feel my angst gearing up when you called him to switch the date a second time! I am so glad everything worked out for you both-rebounds can certainly be a lot of fun!

Amishav said...

This has to be very nearly the perfect story. It's got everything I love: suspense, romance, ties, mucous- not so crazy about him taking the tie off, but hey, you can't have everything.

Stacey said...

He really...showed a TIE? No way!! Hee hee. Too funny.

This was a fabulous story and I think that song is romantic!

Ezer K'negdo said...

You know he is the "one" when he can tolerate that much snot and even find it cute!


Head over heel said...

Please bring out a book of all your blogs, I just love them. And this again a great story.... In my mind I see you spending your evening in a blast! Most favourite part: 3 telephone within 20 Min. (could be me). Wonderful!!!

Ezzie said...

That was a great, sweet, hilarious story!

32.50!? Um, wanna come over and teach my wife?! PLEEEEASE?!

(And what is it about you that attracts all these Cleveland comments? :) )

Ezer K'negdo said...

Ezzie: she hasn't inhaled as much smog as Jack.

But I kid!


JMK2006 said...

Very adorable.
The phone calls, the think-it-but-don't-say-it dialogue, the driving, and (the clincher) the credit card bill.

cruisin-mom said...

Wendy: The bills are no longer $32.50, but the mucous is still there!

Irina: Thanks, I love a girl who can appreciate mucous ;)

T.P.: Yay! you know the song!!!

S.T.: Thanks!

RCJ: Yep, rebounds can definitely be a good thing.

Amishav: I knew YOU would love the mucous! lol AND, I knew you wouldn't like to see the tie come off!

Stacey: he really did. Actually, I thought it was pretty cute at the time...I was just so embarrassed that I hadn't dressed up too.

E.K.: boy, you're not kidding!

HOH: You are sweet. A book? Oy.

Ezzie: for a small fee, I will teach your wife the ways of small bills!

JMK: welcome! Glad you enjoyed the story.

Neil said...

Wonderful story. And the moral: never listen to relatives about dating...

StepIma said...

that's the most wonderful story... so many "meant to be"s in a row, when most people at best get only one or two...!

I wish you 100 more years of love, happiness, and a minimum of mucous :)

Mildred Garfield said...

What a great story and such a happy ending! I really shouldn't say "ending" because you started something beautiful.

Your mother gave you good advise. I like the way she thinks.

cruisin-mom said...

Stepima: It's funny, I never really looked at it that "meant to be's" but I guess that's what they were.

Mildred: Thanks! mother will love your sentiment ;)

Jack's Shack said...


See how many clevelanders wish they were as lucky as us. We live in Paradise, they just don't want to admit it.

That is a good story.

cruisin-mom said...

Jack: You know it ;)
Glad you enjoyed the story!

Doctor Bean said...

Truly wonderful story! Reminds me of this poem:

When you're dancing with your honey
And your nose is kind of runny
You might think that it's funny
But it's snot.

cruisin-mom said...

Doc: Yeah, yeah...and you can pick your friends but you can't pick your friend's...wallet (or something like that)

kasamba said...

That was adorable!
Wishing you many more years of sweet mucous oh, I mean music together!

cruisin-mom said...

Kasamba: LOL! Thanks for stopping by!

socialworker/frustrated mom said...

Good story first time I am at your blog. I heard of you, as you are quite popular. Good writings.

cruisin-mom said...

SWFM: I've never been considered "popular" in my life...thanks!

Jameel @ The Muqata said...

That was one great story!

I'll have to come by for more (maybe have some blog prunes to help?)

cruisin-mom said...

J@M: Thanks for stopping by! Glad you enjoyed the story!

Claudette said...

Ain't it the truth that sometimes everything we've been looking for is right beneath our snot-crusted noeses?

Thanks for sharing that hopeful story!

cruisin-mom said...

Claudette: thanks for stopping by! I assume you got here through Neil.
Yes, who knew that snot=love!