I love intrigue! I love romance and a hint of danger and misbehavior.
It's no secret that my husband travels all the damn time. He's away this week, and I decided to invite a neighbor man (Phil) to dinner. Phil is really a great looking, smart, and fun single man.
On Monday night, I decided to serve dinner in the kitchen rather than the dining room. It was cozy and intimate. I prepared cold artichokes and a spicy mustard dip, New York cuts, and Israeli couscous with sauteed mushrooms and onions topped with fresh parsley and tomatoes from the garden. It was a delightful dinner. Because we are having extreme heat, sparkling water was our beverage of choice. Phil went home at a respectable hour but we had decided to have lunch the next day.
We went to a restaurant that Alex and I frequent, and our busboy asked where my husband was. Phil answered for me saying "Alex is out of town this week and Linda gets lonely". The busboy looked somewhat chagrined but I just smiled at him and nodded in agreement.
The owner of the restaurant dropped by, and kissed me on the cheek. I introduced him to Phil, and he showed no reaction at all except a slight quiver in his pupil. He made a few minutes of small talk with us about our meal and then excused himself.
When we got back home, Phil walked me up to the house and gave me a hug and kiss on the front porch. Two of my neighbors were watching intently from their windows.
Is it bad that I don't mind having a bad reputation?
