I'm Calling This "Luke Has Coffee With A Ditz"

Okay, I’m going to do something that I once said I would not do again, and that is; talk about a date in my blog. I wrote about a date once before and it was a big mistake. But I’ve got to talk about this somewhere and I thought that it might as well be in my silly blog. Besides, this time it is a little different. The guy is not an “OKCupid date”, and he does not know I have a blog. Nor is he going to find out. It was not exactly a full-fledged date anyway.

So alright, let me begin. The guy’s name is Luke. Luke is a delivery route driver for FedEx. He delivers to my workplace, which is an auto dealership. I think he is an ok-looking guy, but not exactly amazingly handsome. He appears to be a little older than me. I think he is at least 30. I have not yet asked and he has not said. To anyone who has read much of my idiotic blog would know; I seem to have a preference for older men lately. Anyway, those are some of the basics.

I think Luke started working on his route about three months ago. That’s when I first noticed him anyway. He had deliveries to make to the dealership most weekdays but not all of them, maybe averaging about three days a week. At the beginning he would simply drive to the service department, have someone there take his deliveries, then jump back in his truck and drive away. Then about six weeks ago he was asked to park his truck out front for some reason. Anyway, from that point on he would walk through the main building and right by my work station.

At the beginning, Luke would say a quick hello to me on his way in, then on his way out he would smile and say a quick goodbye. Sometimes he would slowdown as he walked by my work area, tip his Fed-Ex hat to me and say something like, “Have a good day ma’m.” It was funny and kind of cute too. To that point I had never said a word to him. Then one day he had nothing but one small parcel that probably contained documents, so he asked me if I would sign for it. We ended up chatting for a minute or two. From then on Luke would usually stop by my work station to casually speak to me for a few seconds.

As the days passed, these conversations got longer and longer. Within a few weeks our chats were going on for maybe ten minutes or more. I didn’t mind, even when I was having a busy day. But still, I wasn’t sure how I felt about this man in a more personal, non-work setting, and since I am not a complete idiot, I was pretty certain that’s where it was headed.

Last week we were chatting and Luke told me that his favorite scent was freshly cut grass. I said that my favorite scent was roses. The next day he brought in a single rose for me. He didn’t even have anything to deliver that day to the dealership. I guess the rose was kind of a “special delivery”. The romantic gesture was kind of what I was both looking forward to, and also dreading. It was a make-or-break moment for both me, and our friendly little relationship. Until that instant I really did not know if I was going to feel good about a romantic overture, or if I was going to suddenly realize that I was getting into something I did not actually want. I guess that I was going to leave it up to my female instincts to figure it out. Yes I know; that sounds really goofy.

Anyway, it turned out that my reaction was delight. I loved the rose. But what really got me came next. Luke smiled and casually joked that he hoped I would like the rose because he had just snipped it from a rosebush growing by the dealership’s driveway. Anyone who does something so nice and then dismisses it with a bit of silliness, well, that made me certain that if he wanted to pursue me, I wasn’t going to stop him. Several days went by and Luke nervously asked me if I wanted to go out for coffee after work sometime. I told him I did.   

Four more days passed and we did exactly that; had coffee. I met him at a Starbucks yesterday after work and we sipped coffee and talked for more than an hour. Initially Luke was even more nervous than I was, but I think we both relaxed by the end of the hour we were there. Luke is not amazingly good-looking, but he has these really sexy, dark eyes, and he talks in this slightly deep voice that I loved listening to. This might sound weird, but I will often look at a guy’s hands. Luke has nice hands. I could say that they were almost handsome. They were not marred by hard work, but they weren’t delicate-looking either.

Luke has a great sense of humor. He said that he has a fear of rats, bats, and spiders, but nothing scares him more than a pretty girl who shows any interest in him. “You terrify me,” he said to me with a smile. Luke said that he never knows how girls are going to take a guy who displays a sense of humor, and that he didn’t want to be taken as just a clown just because he can get silly.

Luke told me that he had worked for Motorola but had been laid-off about eight months ago and had been jobless for several months. He had a good attitude about it. He kind of shrugged and said something like, “If you’re going to be looking for a job, there’s no better time than the spring.” Luke has had a couple of girlfriends and had once been engaged, but never married.  

When we walked out of Starbucks and were standing out on the sidewalk, Luke said that he thought the coffee-thing had gone well and maybe we could go out to dinner sometime. I told him that I would like that. Then, believe it or not, I grabbed his arm, held him steady for a second, and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. God, I can’t believe I did that. If ever I need to see a real ditz, all I have to do is look in a mirror.