Archer is right on time. He’s always on time. He also brought flowers. Potted in the cutest lime green bucket. Very springy and thoughtful. He place them on the tiny little table in my apartment and hugged me. But no kiss. He took my arm and we scurried off to dinner. Back to Whiskey Creek. We were seated in the very same booth as on our first date together. Smiling, we both sat down and ordered a beer, looked over the menus and ecided what to have. We filled each other in on the day’s events. And then the little loaf of bread came. There was laughter and smiling eyes glistening back and forth across the table. When the food arrived, we shared forkfuls of this and that. All through dinner that warmth glowing in my heart began to get comfortable in there. It was when Archer went to the men’s room after dinner, that I told myself that this was feeling pretty nice. I’m having fun. I’m feeling comfortable with Archer, like we’ve found our niche with each other. These past few weeks have been quite a contrast from what Goose and I shared.
The laughter continued on the ride back to my apartment where we settled in on the couch. I asked Archer if he’d like to watch a program or a movie on tv. He said no, he just wanted to sit for a bit. He snuggled into my shoulder. I like the warmth of his body up against mine. I put my arm around him and began to run my fingers through his golden hair. He sat there so quietly as I kissed the top of his head and let my fingers get lost in the wisps of his hair. We sat quietly enjoying the moment. After a bit, Archer sat up and looked at me, still holding my hand.
Looking into his eyes, I replied, “Thank you.”
“We had a lot of fun tonight, we always do.”
“Yes we do.” I agreed.
(This is where I didn’t notice that cupid had taken a coffee break.)
“I think you care for me.” It was half question, half statement
“I do care for you.” I clarified.
Matter-of-factly he said, “I don’t think we should see each other anymore.”
I must have had a stunned look on my face, because quite frankly, I was stunned.
Archer said, “I know you’re gonna cry.”
I surprised him though, “No, I think I”m okay. You have to do what’s right for you.”
“You’ll cry when I leave then.” He tried to verify.
“After you leave, it doesn’t matter what I do.”
Apparently it was Archer who was stunned now. He got up and walked to the closet for his coat.
“I have a question” I stated. “If you were going to break up with me, why did you take me to dinner? You didn’t have to do that.”
He responded with, “Yes I did.”
I let it go. And I let Archer go without any argument.
He fastened his coat… and left. I didn’t cry. But I did call Tammy.