depositing money, withdrawing a date
So, earlier this week I stopped in and she looked at my hand and then looked at me. In shock, mouth agape, she says, “Omigod, are you engaged?” Then I looked down at my hand, as I was clueless to what she was talking about. And there on my left hand, sitting on my ring finger was a ring, one that my parents gave me for Christmas two years ago. I looked back at her and smiled, “No, I’m not engaged. It was a gift from my parents.”
This is not the first time this has happened. I’ve had several people ask if I was engaged because of the ring. The only reason I wear it on my ring finger on my left hand is because it’s the only finger it fits on. I need to get it resized. I definitely don’t need people thinking I’m engaged.
But anyway, back to today. I’m there writing my deposit slip and she waves over at me to come to her window. She says she has something to tell me. I half expected her to tell me it’s a good thing I was making a deposit because I have no money in my account. But instead, she says I have someone I want you to meet. She went on to rave about him, selling him to me, telling me every good quality. She told me he has his own business, that he’s handsome, charming and that he comes from a great family. Then, I realize she is sugar coating it, because she starts the next sentence with the word, but. She says, “But, he’s only 20, do you mind, does that bother you?” And of course I said no. I was excited and I’m cursed with the need to please everyone, so of course I said no. But, and there’s that word again, but, now that I’m home and I’ve been able to run the entire conversation through my head, over and over, I’m a little concerned. I’m concerned that I have a six year age advantage over him. He’s just a baby. And I don’t even know what he looks like. I’ve never been on blind date before. At least with online dating, like e-harmony or j.date you are able to view a picture, you know, have an idea what they look like. I would at least like to know height. I’m a tall girl and I prefer a tall guy. But I’m going to take a chance. I gave her my number to give to him. Levi, that’s his name. I like that, Levi. I like the sound of it. But who knows, age may be the least of my worries, he may not even call. So until then, I’ll sit and imagine what he looks and what his voice sounds like and how mature he is to only be 20.
Ohhhh!! I love the sounds of this. Well, if your sweet bank teller likes him (how does she know him?), then at least that’s something. 20! Hehe! Go you!
brookem: I have no idea how she knows him. Apparently, all the ladies at the bank have been talking about the two of us for a couple weeks now. It’s a little weird, but it’s also sweet. She must know him quite well though, she knew his number and called him right then and gave him my number. I know, 20! What I’m I doing?
Levi?
didn’t adam buy drugs from a guy named Levi?
haha just kidding.
no I’m not….
-molly
molly: HA! Yes, I think he did. But it has to be a different Levi. I don’t want to date a drug dealer.
I’m sorry. you cannot get a boyfriend. drug dealer or not. because we are moving soon.
thank you very much
molly: Yes, we are moving soon, but what am I supposed to do until then…be lonely? Oh and ps. I hate that you come up as “anonymous” it drives me crazy, but I still know it’s you.