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Provided by the compucert Many years ago both my girlfriend and my folks went away on vacation at the same time. My brother was living away at the time so I had the house to myself.
One afternoon I was speaking to my neighbor Robin - a lovely, spirited thin blond - whom I'd known for years. I mentioned that I had the house to myself and it seemed pretty goofy cooking for one all the time. So she offered to come by for dinner. Since I was starting to go stir crazy being alone all the time, and had a chance to have a beautiful girl (she kinda looked like a cross between Cameron Diaz and Christina Ricci, but prettier) as company, I happily accepted the mission.
I made Italian that night. I remember ravioli, tomato sauce, probably garlic bread. I have no recollection of drinks or dessert, but I highly doubt alcohol was in the picture at all. She was a friend, after all, and we shared many delightful conversations and there were no funny ideas about this evening.
You take the pressure of trying to impress the opposite sex out of an equation and you are bound to have a good time. We ate then talked for hours that evening. Towards the end of the evening I told her the nuke method for eggs. She seemed skeptical and challenged me by offering to allow me the pleasure of making her breakfast the next morning.
Who am I to say no? I was happy to have the company as my hobbies and pets weren't great conversationalists at all. ; )
So I made the nuked eggs and toast with juice and we continued our conversation with the company of the bright summer morning sun.
As it turned out Ray, Robin's ex and a long time friend of my brother and me, in true stalker fashion saw her leaving the yard and confronted me about it. "What were you doing with her," and similar nonsense spewed from him in rapid fire.
After I submitted to his questioning he stormed off frenzied. He called my brother. "Roger, do you know what Bobby did? He had Robin over for dinner and breakfast!" Obviously he embellished the story somewhat in his head. He was known doing such things. "He's got a girlfriend! How could he?" At that point in Ray's like I think he was with this devoted drop dead gorgeous redhead. He completely ignored her when he wasn't telling her that she wasn't affectionate enough. He should've been more concerned with how he was taking care of his relationships instead of being so protective of an ex-girlfriend.
So from that point on I knew he was watching my friendship with Robin very closely and it certainly strained our long time friendship. I rarely speak to Ray anymore these days as well as Robin. We've all moved on to different areas of New York since.
One afternoon I was speaking to my neighbor Robin - a lovely, spirited thin blond - whom I'd known for years. I mentioned that I had the house to myself and it seemed pretty goofy cooking for one all the time. So she offered to come by for dinner. Since I was starting to go stir crazy being alone all the time, and had a chance to have a beautiful girl (she kinda looked like a cross between Cameron Diaz and Christina Ricci, but prettier) as company, I happily accepted the mission.
I made Italian that night. I remember ravioli, tomato sauce, probably garlic bread. I have no recollection of drinks or dessert, but I highly doubt alcohol was in the picture at all. She was a friend, after all, and we shared many delightful conversations and there were no funny ideas about this evening.
You take the pressure of trying to impress the opposite sex out of an equation and you are bound to have a good time. We ate then talked for hours that evening. Towards the end of the evening I told her the nuke method for eggs. She seemed skeptical and challenged me by offering to allow me the pleasure of making her breakfast the next morning.
Who am I to say no? I was happy to have the company as my hobbies and pets weren't great conversationalists at all. ; )
So I made the nuked eggs and toast with juice and we continued our conversation with the company of the bright summer morning sun.
As it turned out Ray, Robin's ex and a long time friend of my brother and me, in true stalker fashion saw her leaving the yard and confronted me about it. "What were you doing with her," and similar nonsense spewed from him in rapid fire.
After I submitted to his questioning he stormed off frenzied. He called my brother. "Roger, do you know what Bobby did? He had Robin over for dinner and breakfast!" Obviously he embellished the story somewhat in his head. He was known doing such things. "He's got a girlfriend! How could he?" At that point in Ray's like I think he was with this devoted drop dead gorgeous redhead. He completely ignored her when he wasn't telling her that she wasn't affectionate enough. He should've been more concerned with how he was taking care of his relationships instead of being so protective of an ex-girlfriend.
So from that point on I knew he was watching my friendship with Robin very closely and it certainly strained our long time friendship. I rarely speak to Ray anymore these days as well as Robin. We've all moved on to different areas of New York since.
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