I went on my third date with a lovely young woman last night, during which we dined on bagels and lox spread at a local Hot-n-Crusty. Yes, I know I'm the last of the great, big spenders, but she actually insisted on it. I suggested a fancier dining establishment, but she said, "Why waste money on overpriced restaurants? It's about the company you're with, and I'd be happy sitting with you at Hot-n-Crusty." I felt myself digging her more and more with each mention of not wasting money. I didn't think it could get any better. That is, until the guy who was preparing our bagels was wearing only one glove.
"What's the point in wearing only one glove?," she whispered to me. "Like it's okay for his other filthy hand to touch our food?"
Wow, I thought to myself. This chick is as sick as I am. I too can't stand when they only wear one glove. "You read my mind," I told her. She smiled, and said, "Well, great minds think alike."
So she's low maintenance, is OCD, and thinks I have a great mind. Could it get any better?, I wondered. And it did. This take charge chick actually asked the guy if he could put on another glove. He complied, and continued preparing our food. I stood there in amazement as she politely asked, "Could you please, give us two new bagels? You were touching the others with your bare hand." I thought the dude was gonna jump over the counter and smack her, or spit in our bagels, or spit on me for being with her, but he said, "No problem," and did what she asked for without a complaint, or so much as an eye roll.
"You've got balls," I told her.
"If I do, you'll know soon enough," she replied, winking, without missing a beat.
This one may be a keeper!....Unless, of course, she actually does have balls. In which case, she'll never be spoken of again, and this post will be deleted.