Be Careful What you lie about, because it will bite you in the Ass
“Emma! You’re home, OH WOW, you have short hair! Huh….not my favorite style on you, but at least you went and got a haircut. You sure you aren’t going lesbian on me now with that butch haircut?” My Aunt asks with her hands rested on her hips as her head and neck stretch closer to my face. “NO, I’m not turning LESBIAN I had dead ends okay?? Maybe I should ask you the same question since you’re the one in a leopard print jumpsuit, did you find yourself a crop top too? Why do you need all of this stuff? I thought you were only staying three days MAX??”
I had officially lost my cool, I felt like a caged monkey that had broken free. I expected Aunt Irene to get all crazy back at me but instead she kept her cool with her creepy happy smile, “Emma honey, relax, three days...one week what's the difference? I was only going to stay the three days but then I heard Denver had a beauty expo, which is why I was on the phone renting a booth.” My aunt continues to explain as she gathers her new purchases. I stand in the middle of my living room watching my Aunt organize her things more puzzled than ever, “Why would you sign up for a booth? You have nothing to do with the beauty industry. You have no salon and more importantly no certificate saying you went to beauty school, so why do you think having a booth is a good idea?” before I could ask any more questions I get interpreted, “I am going to have a booth and be a mixologist! You know I can make a mean drink at a drop of a hat so It dawned on me...expos can be boring and I thought AHA this would be the perfect place to get dressed up give people a little show with some drinks and since you’re a heavy drinker you could do a taste test for me! I was a hit on the Vegas casino floors why not be a hit at Denver’s beauty expo?”
My aunt wasn’t a hit in Vegas, she was a bartender at a casino where she would try to toss glasses around to get bigger tips, that was the extent of her “show.” I took a deep breath in while telling myself, “One week that’s it.” I decided not to cancel my date with Alessandro, probably best I go on get out of the apartment so I don’t end up killing Aunt Irene. The rest of the night into the next morning Aunt Irene was putting her “Expo” outfits together and practicing her mixologist skills, I tried my best avoiding my aunt and the mess she was creating by staying in my room or hanging out at my store with Angela. Luckily within a few hours Alessandro and his gentle smile would be picking me up and I could finally have a night out to enjoy my life again.
I stand in my bathroom about to get ready when I notice a huge red zit growing on the tip of my nose. Why is this zit showing up?? I’m going on a date with Italian beauty in thirty minutes with a growing zit but also with a lame haircut! Why did I say yes to this? As the clock ticked closer to 7:30 I started to doubt my hair, my outfit and my attempt at applying makeup. I knew the only thing that would help calm my nerves was a glass of wine.
Aunt Irene pops her head into my room without a knock, “Emma, I just wanted to give you some advice before you head out, remember don’t say anything stupid, it would be nice to see you go on a second date.” I roll my eyes toss back the wine and think to myself, “you and me both.” At 7:25 the call box at the door goes off before I could beat Aunt Irene to the door I hear her push the button and say, “Alessandro, I will let Emma know you’re waiting for her downstairs.” I look in the mirror one last time gathered my purse then head out the door to go meet Alessandro. As I stepped into the elevator I could feel the pounding of my heart start to speed up, I push the lobby button and suddenly the elevator goes down and my heart speeds up another notch. “Ding” the elevator arrives at the lobby and the doors open to beautiful, tan, gentle smile and welcoming soft blue eyes of Alessandro. Alessandro comes towards me to welcome me with a kiss on the cheek, “Wow! You look stunning; did you do something to your hair?” The way Alessandro looked at me felt genuine as if he had no idea I didn’t choose this short lame hairstyle. “Oh ya, I just got a little trim,” I replied while patting down my hair trying to act like there wasn’t much of a change. “Well, you look great! Are you hungry? I know a great place.” I nod my head in a yes motion, every time I was around Alessandro I became one of two things, speechless like I have never been out with a man before or a complete idiot, this time, I was speechless and hoping the idiot side of me wouldn’t pop up during this date.
We pull up to the valet at a small Italian restaurant that was located a little outside of downtown Denver. Alessandro passed the keys to the valet, came around the car to open my door, pulled my arm under his then led me inside the restaurant with such confidence and chivalry. As we made our way up to the steps I noticed how different this place was compared to other Italian restaurant’s I have been to, but in all fairness I usually went to ones that looked similar to Olive garden, but this restaurant was in an old Victorian style house that lit the atmosphere with such romance. Inside the restaurant was dim with candles on every table. I followed the hostess as she seated us at our table. As I go to take my seat I swing my purse over my shoulder when I suddenly hear the loud crash of glass and cold water hitting my back realizing I have swung my purse way too far. “I’m so sorry ma, let me get you something to dry yourself off with,” the waiter says as he goes to pick up the broken glass pieces from the floor. “No, No, this is not happening!” I think to myself as I stand horrified with water going down my dress. Minutes later the waiter hands me one of their fancy napkins to dry myself off with. I try my best to pat myself dry while Alessandro goes to make sure my chair is not wet so I would be able to take a seat. “I better make a note to myself that you have some serious swinging skills, maybe you can come help us at the construction site.”
Alessandro says to me with that flirty grin of his as he pulls out my chair for me. I slide into my seat trying not to think about my damp dress and how much of I’ve already done in the ten minutes of being here. We finally start to settle into dinner, starting off with appetizers and a bottle of Merlot. Alessandro’s personality was witty and charming combined that made it easy to have a conversation about anything. I take a sip of my wine and think, “This is great, only one small mishap, could be worse.” Just as I finish my thought I feel a body come up be hide me calling my name. “Emma? What are the odds of running into you twice in one week?” It was Kate once again sneaking up on me, but luckily, this time, I was on a hot date with Alessandro looking my very best.
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