OK, I needed to make some serious time here. I was now due in June Lake, CA in T-15 hrs approximately. I had dawdled in Hatch long enough, and it was time to put hefty miles behind me. I cranked up the local country station and cruised on in to Cedar City, UT around 4 pm. After briefly contemplating getting tires yet again I decided against it (again) when the nice gentleman from the local tire shop hit me with a $700 quote. I instead found a wifi hotspot @ The Pastry Pub, had a delicious mango smoothie, checked emails and Facebooked for awhile. I then decided to go get my nails did. After only a few weeks they were looking pretty rough, and one must keep up appearances doncha know when “glamping”. :)
The nail salon was very average, your typical, and as I settled in the young lady next to me was having the movie “The Proposal”, with Sandra Bullock and Ryan Reynolds explained to her. Having not owned a TV in over 2 yrs, it was a few moments before I realized the reason they were talking about the movie was because it was playing up on the screen in the salon. I LOVE this film, as I absolutely adore Betty White & Sandy, so naturally I chimed right in & butted in on their conversation. “OMG, I love this scene, this is my favorite part of the whole movie right here” - and it was - the part where Sandra comes upon Betty’s character in the woods and she is dressed as an Indian maiden chanting around the fire. She encourages Sandra to do the same and the only thing she can think of to chant is, “To the window, to the wall! Sweat drips down my balls!” Yep, a true classic. Betty White, you are an icon that will forever live up on the big screen and I love you so much. The movie has a terrific cast as well, with Mary Steenburgen, Craig T. Nelson, and a host of others. If you’ve never seen it, now you have homework.
So anyway, none of this is the point of this chapter. The point is that in discussing the movie, the previously stated young lady next to me starts telling all of us this fabulously unbelievable story of the guy she has just started dating. Of course I was all ears, what with my expertise of doomed relationships - yeah right honey, I thought, they’re all great in the beginning, aren't they? What she told next was something right out of her own movie.
She was friends with a woman whose son had recently been divorced - he lives in New York City & works on Wall St. He had custody of his three kids since his ex was an evil bitch of epic proportions in more ways than one and had almost killed herself and the kids driving drunk. The young lady next to me also was divorced with three kids. Instant Brady Bunch. Wait, it gets better (that's better? I'd fucking run like hell if I was about to hook up with a guy who was going to potentially double the amount of work I would be expected to do by raising HIS kids too if we got married!)
It comes time for their first date and he flies back home to Cedar City. He has planned out the whole day, from brunch to a hike @ sunset. After the sun sets he pulls out a portable projector and proceeds to show “The Great Gatsby” upon a rock. He then pulls out a blanket for them to snuggle under for the next 3 hrs. ?????? You're kidding me with this shit. I have NEVER in the whole history of my years of dating met a guy like this. I’m more convinced than ever that they are an almost extinct breed. I seethe with ever so mild jealousy as my massage chair struggles to keep up with my tension.
She prattles on happily and I am happy for her. Good, at least it’s happening to some women out there - they are meeting young, good looking, rich, single men who dress sharp and work on Wall St., what’s the big deal (cue mild jealousy again). Finally, we finish up our pedicures and nails; the movie has ended and the salon is closing. As we all walk out together, she informs us that he is flying her to LA tomorrow and has instructed her to “be prepared to be spoiled”. I give her my contact info and urge her to keep in touch - I'm dying to know how this story ends.
p.s. She contacted me a few days after posting this and told me that they had stayed in The Standard Hotel, had visited Fonda, and dined at the Chateau Marmont - spoilage indeed. This guy's good - so far.
