A Smidgen of Self-Pride

About 1 o’clock this afternoon I was overtaken by this sudden desire to have a Subway Italian sub. There is a subway not all that far from me on Higgins Avenue. So I drove to the restaurant, picked up the sub, and I had just gotten back to my apartment when my cellphone suddenly sang-out. It was Chris, the guy I had gone out with for a pizza on Wednesday. I must admit that my heart leaped just a little when I heard his voice. I know enough to know that I can never be sure if a guy is going to call back after that first date, no matter how much fun we seemed to have.

Chris asked me if I could chat awhile and I told him I could. With the bagged sub under my arm, I climbed out of my car, locked the door and journeyed into my apartment. All the while Chris and I were carrying on a conversation.

I sat at my little kitchen table and we began talking about all sorts of stuff. We discussed how hard it is to Christmas shop for certain people. Chris asked me if I had any childhood Christmas memories and I told him about the time when I was a little girl lying in bed Christmas Eve and I could have sworn I heard footsteps on the roof. I laughed and told Chris that it was apparently inconsequential to me at that time that we did not have a chimney or a fireplace.

Sometime during the conversation Chris changed subjects. He pointed out that I seemed to be unbothered that he did not, and perhaps never would make a lot of money. I told him that I knew he wasn’t lazy because he got up every morning and went to work. Chris then specifically pointed out that he was not a “big money guy”, and even though we had not known each other long, and had only actually gone out once, that I seemed to be amazingly okay with that. I again told him that he was obviously not lazy. I then stated that when I’m going out with a guy my concern is directed at the guy himself, and not how much money he makes. I went on to say that I'm probably crazy but if I like a guy, and even if I get serious about him, I still do not care one iota how much money he makes. There was a brief pause and then with a self-conscious giggle, I asked, “Does that answer your question?”

Chris kind of stammered out something like, "Yes Heather, it does. Thank you."

I think I put Chris’s mind at easy, and in the process I felt a little burst of self-pride.

Date #2 is tomorrow night.