Howard told himself it was a mistake. He should not have told his mother that he was going out with Sandy, so when the telephone call came in early Sunday morning, Howard knew it would be his mother inquiring about the previous evening.
“Well,” asked Esther, Howard’s mother, “how was it?”
“What do you mean, how was it?” replied Howard.
“You know what I mean,” said Esther.
Howard described the date and the fabulous dinner they’d had, followed by the movie, but did not tell his mother about the no underpants or the incident with the box of popcorn.
“So, when are you going to take her out again?”
“Soon, but I don’t know when because of all the consulting work I have to do,” Howard replied.
Hanging up after the interrogation, he started to think about his mother’s question.
He’d had a nice time with Sandy, but did he want to pursue another date with her? After all, it was his first date after his divorce and he still didn’t know all the rules of dating. Should he date someone else just to see the differences he might encounter among women?
Well, one date doesn’t really prove anything, thought Howard, so he again called Sandy to see if she might be interested in seeing him another time.
She quickly said yes, and that the next Saturday evening would be fine with her. Howard agreed.
So the next Saturday at 6 p.m. he arrived at the entrance to her condo, only to find no parking available again. He’d had the Porsche washed that afternoon, and had even had a haircut and a manicure.
He thought he looked sharp in his navy blue sports coat and slacks, and a white shirt and multi-colored tie. He wasn’t trying to impress Sandy, only to show her he was a man of good taste in picking out his wardrobe, as well as the woman he had chosen to date that evening.
Using his cell phone he called upstairs to Sandy, who appeared wearing the same fur coat as last week, but a slightly tight-fitting silk dress underneath. Being a gentleman, he went around to open the door for Sandy.
This time Howard took her to a symphony concert of Mozart at Orchestra Hall where they had main floor seats. Sandy told Howard that Mozart was her favorite composer and that he had chosen well.
After the production they walked to the parking lot to get Howard’s car and then Howard proceeded to Café Monique, a French restaurant that had a band playing. The couple had one cocktail and then they ordered, from the à la carte menu.
Between courses Howard asked Sandy if she would like to dance as, in his youth, Howard had been known as the best dancer of his friends. Sandy replied, “I thought you would never ask. I love to dance and I was the Jitterbug queen when I was in high school, a good many years ago.”
The band was playing “I love Paris,” and Howard took a firm grip around Sandy’s waist and pressed her close to his body. It had been quite a while since Howard had danced, since his ex wife, Gladys, did not enjoy dancing.
This bothered Howard a great deal while he was married, because of the many dinner affairs that they had to attend for his political affairs. There was usually an orchestra at those events, but Gladys was self-conscious about dancing and always declined his invitations.
Sandy moved her body closer to Howard’s, put her lips to Howard’s ear, and whispered, “I don’t have any panties on, under my dress.”
“Not that again!” said Howard.
“No, this time I really mean it,” she said and winked.
Howard let his right hand edge down Sandy’s back to where it was touching the top of her bottom and he started to move his fingers around. Sure enough, he could not feel the top of where her panties might be.
He smiled at her, but this time did not turn red. She in turn gave Howard a devilish smile and pressed in a little closer.
What a dilemma for Howard. What was he supposed to think or do after hearing this confession from Sandy? He had been celibate since his divorce and had not been thinking about having any sexual relations, but here he might be getting an offer.
They finished that dance and sat down in time to eat a delectable dessert of French pastry with vanilla ice cream. Howard paid the bill and the couple left.
While driving Sandy home Howard was thinking about what the rules were when he was seemingly being given a chance for sex that evening. Does one ask his partner if she has been tested for sexual diseases, or take it for granted that adults of Howard and Sandy’s age are careful when engaging in sexual activity? Howard had never used condoms during his married life because his wife used a diaphragm.
Howard drove slowly and carefully on the trip back to Sandy’s place, and lo and behold, he found an open parking space right in front of Sandy’s condo. Do the rules cover this situation? Should he say, “Can I take you to your door?” Or what?
He didn’t have to self answer that question, for Sandy turned to him and said that she would be pleased if he would come up to her apartment, and stay for coffee and a treat.
How could Howard refuse?