8 Days 'Til Xmas

Lucky Moon? - Dating Attempt #7

Well friends, you have heard the bad and definitely the ugly in my dating attempts, but I don't think you've actually heard from my lips that  a blind date had been good!  Last night my deceptive sister and her secretive fiance fixed me up with Charlie's friend at their penthouse in TriBeCa.  Given the experiences of the last two weeks, I should have known that there are no coincidences, only planned matchmaking.  Clearly, everyone is conspiring around me.  Who can I trust?!  I'd been played by my sister and given the fact that I haven't heard from Charlotte in two days, I venture to guess she knew about this too!  I should have figured out then when my sister proclaimed that she saw my date without clothes, something wasn't right.  I should have known something was in the air when Charlie 'knew for certain' that his friend 'Fitzwilliam' would like me no matter what I wore. BTW, that name has not been changed to protect the innocent.  I swear on all that is holy and unholy that is a REAL first name.

So, am I mad about all the conspiring around me?  Well, not really.  Charlotte and my sister love me, they want my wishes and desires to come true.  Sure, they've been sneaky matchmakers, but I can't say I wouldn't do the same.  And, well, tonight's surprise was incredible, so incredible that I had hoped for a good night kiss, particularly when we stood beside my sister's seven foot Christmas tree.

BTW: Before I begin to tell you the details.  This is what my sister dressed me in because apparently she was unhappy with my personal selection of attire and her - dare I say - BITCHINESS gave me no option but to acquiesce.  It was a beautiful dress and I'm glad I listened to her.

Now, normally I will save all topics pertaining to Mr. December until the end.  Not tonight.  Tonight I want to start with the positive and tell you that in spite of the Full Moon, it was a lucky night.  Well, when I exited Jane's dressing room - which by the way is a converted bedroom - wearing the above impulse buy from Canal Street in Chinatown, I was thunderstruck when I saw Mr. December standing at the balcony next to Charlie's sister.   He is Charlie's best friend and best man.  Not the stranger I was led to believe I was being fixed up with.  Suddenly, the full moon didn't bother me and moreover, I was excited about him being my date rather than someone else.  Mr. December looked scrumptious, right down to his custom Ferragamos for his size twelve feet.  Funny how I never noticed the size of his feet before.  Umm ... we'll get to that another time when I have a full report.  Ahem *cough*  Optimistic, you say?  Yeah, I think I am.

Anyway, his tailored shirt, sweater and trousers impressed me.  This was the first time, I had seen him dress so nicely.  When he took my hand in his, as he kissed my cheek hello, I swear I think electrical currents traveled up my arm.  His aftershave almost caused me to swoon, but something else did too.  Something entirely unexpected, something I'm sure he did just for me, which leads me to believe he expected my presence at dinner: Mr. December wore glasses.  Tortoise-framed Dolce & Gabbanas and my goodness if he didn't look even sexier.  Later he told me he was blind as a bat.  Wow - I'm stunned, here I thought he looked down at me because of my imperfections and he is visually impaired, and far from visually imperfect!

Did I mention the rose?  The former Christmas stealer, Mr. Grinch, bought me a yellow rose and Jane a huge bouquet of exotic tropical flowers: birds of paradise, protea, anturiums.  Amazing that he would go through the trouble of finding such blooms this time of year. 

And ... and ... and... something happened from the moment he kissed my cheek hello.  Maybe it was Charlie's powerful eggnog, but Mr. December and I connected - WHAM!  It was instantaneous. Boy did we have a fun and wicked time at Ms. C's (Charlie's sister) expense.  Maybe I'll refer to her by her corporate name: Poochie Mama Matchmaking.  Hate to give her a plug, but given my on and off volunteering up at the ASPCA, you can only imagine the distaste I have for a designer boutique dog matchmaker.  Yes, that's right my friends, you heard me right.  Mr. December and I clearly took more of a liking to her little Burberry dressed, Taco-terrier,  than we did her.  Anyway, the laughs my date and I shared, the surreptitious glances, the unspoken words, all told me what a fool I had been.  I am really looking forward to getting to know him better.

Thursday is our real date.  And I can't believe I'm going to voice this aloud, but from the very beginning Charlotte was right when she said, on that horrific speed dating night,  "Not everything is as it appears and sometimes you may just find a diamond in the rough right under your nose."  I'm excited for Thursday.  Now, I have no idea what to wear, how to act, what to say.  Here's a shout out to you Caveman - I'll just take your advice, but I am nervous!  

Kelly Clarkson sings such a beautiful song "A Grown Up Christmas"  it just seems right.  Song on YouTube:
 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h1TTnPdZOZI

 A friend of the Blog suggested this song too, and since it was playing at my sister's apartment tonight, I'll play it in honor of my very first spectacular date.  Michael Buble's "Cold December Night." 
Song on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1fSgVI5LzoE