I hung up the phone. Kate was sending her boyfriend by at seven sharp to pick me up. I was very curious about this young man that she was so anxious for me to meet. I had met several of her boyfriends in the past, but she had never gone out of her way to make sure we got together like this, especially since Kate wouldn't be able to be here.
I wondered what her young man, Jack, would have in mind, and then I had a thought of my own--since he must be clueless as to what his girlfriend's mother would expect from a dinner "date" I figured I'd let him off the hook. I called him and suggested that he let me cook dinner for us, rather than worry about going to a restaurant.
"Really, that's OK, Mrs.--"
"Please call me Melissa," I said into the phone. "And truly I'd rather do something casual. That way, if Kate does get free earlier than she plans, she can simply join us without any trouble, and you don't have to worry about being seen in public with your girlfriend's mother."
He chuckled and said, "Well, if you really would rather, then OK. I've seen your picture, though, and you can be sure I'd not be embarrassed to be seen with you. People would just think you were my sister."
I took a glance in the mirror. I smiled proudly. For my age I had to admit I'd held up well. Exercise and diet had kept my long, slender yet curvy body impressive, if I did say so. Even my otherwise perfect 36C breasts had only the slightest bit of sag. My late husband, Tom, had certainly had no complaints.
I told Jack to expect me in about an hour, and hung up the phone.
I dressed casually, in a knee-length black skirt and sleeveless white top. I did my face a little, and brushed my blond hair back and held it with a clip. My deep blue eyes, and plump pink lips needed little makeup on most occasions, and I saw no need to overdo it now. I slipped on a pair of too-high heeled, strappy shoes, but I couldn't resist them. They made my legs look terrific, and i might as well try to impress a little bit.
I gathered up some things that I thought Jack might not have available, and made ready to go. At the last minute, I grabbed a bottle of wine from the rack. After all, things might not go as smoothly as I hoped. We might both need a "loosener-upper."
When I arrived and rang the bell, Jack opened the door. My breath caught in my throat as I gazed at the man in front of me. My He was gorgeous! He had this lustrous brown hair framing a chiselled and unblemished face with green eyes and a full mouth. It was easy to see he had a body that could drive a girl wild. I scolded myself for the brief, but nasty, thought. This was my daughter's boyfriend!
I realized I was standing there like a dunce, and greeted Jack. He shook my hand and invited me in and walked with me into the kitchen, where he helped me remove my groceries from the bag I'd brought them in.
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