Matt and I were in the city (home!) for the afternoon and we decided to go out to dinner before coming back to the garden state. We selected a nice little casual yet trendy upper east side place just in time to beat the regular folks who work crowd and were seated in a cute and cozy window seat. I was very happy. We could watch the traffic on the avenue and if we were lucky we might even get to see a taxi induced accident! (home!)
Our waitress was a slender graceful cheerful young lady of maybe 20ish. Since the place was still pretty empty I did spot her doing a little dance move as she stood thoughtfully far enough away from us to give us dining privacy yet close enough that we could flag her down should we have a need for her excellent waiting service. I pegged her as a dancer. If you are 20ish and waitressing in NYC then chances are you are not a career waitress but someone who has to pay the bills between auditions or art classes or voice lessons. She was definitely a dancer.
Anyway, when Matt got up to use the bathroom and I was alone at our table for a second she came over to ask if I needed anything. Then she said "I just love his hair! His hair is so great!" And I thought in this order:
1. Danelle is going to hate this! I can't wait to post!
2. Stay away from my boy, you hussy! and
3. Wow, she is so pretty and has excellent taste in men too!
Then I told her that he wants to let it get long enough to make a big braid down the middle of his back.
When Matt got from the bathroom I told him what the waitress had said about his hair and he gave me his "So? Like I care?" look and I thought "Well, maybe he isn't ready for girl attention yet" but the next question out of Matt's mouth was "Are we busy Friday night?". I said we were not busy Friday night and asked why he wanted to know and Matt said he'd like to go to the movies which I naively thought meant he wanted to go with a big group of friends like he did last month, but noooooo Matt wanted to go with a single friend. "Who?" I asked and naturally Matt replied with the name of the girl who lives around the corner who every day wears all black with her flat bottomed sneakers and skateboards for hours a day. So I, the naturally curious one, asked Matt if it was a friend or a date movie and Matt said DATE! And I came home and told the husband I wasn't sure if the skateboarding girl was into boys and the husband said at least we didn't have to worry about Matt's safety. If anyone tried anything with him on their date the skateboarding girl would take the guy down. And so begins another chapter in the saga of clickmom's "I can't believe my kid is growing up."
Oh criminey! He'll NEVER cut it now!
Posted by: danelle | January 02, 2008 at 11:30 PM