Bachelor Number 1

By Rose Ann Sinay

It was a blind date, facilitated by a friend of mine and a friend of his. I worked at a dental office; he worked at the pharmacy next door–but we’d never met. The pharmacist and the dental assistant that I worked with conspired, and my phone number was given to this unknown whom was deemed perfect for me.

“He has to call first,” I insisted. There would be no dinner or outing where he would appear as a surprise. I figured I could tell by a brief conversation over the phone if he was worth the investment of a Saturday night. If he couldn’t carry on an interesting conversation, I could make up an excuse: I had a cold or I needed to wash my hair.

I pretended I didn’t care if he called or not, but I jumped every time the black, rotary dial phone rang. I’d never been on a blind date before. I imagined myself on the television show, The Dating Game, where one lucky girl or guy got to ask three hopeful contestants silly questions. I tried to think of intelligent questions I could ask my mystery date when (or if) he called – questions that would unlock the inner him. I could ask about his favorite books. If he didn’t like to read, it was a no brainer – just one date. But then, I didn’t want to be inflexible either. I don’t like to fish. I wouldn’t expect someone to make a generalization about me because I couldn’t bait a hook or commune with nature.

A week passed. The “perfect” date, Terry, had not called. Obviously, he wasn’t my type. I was free to wash my hair.

It was mid-way into the second week after he’d gotten my number when he finally called. He’d been on vacation, he said, apologizing for not calling sooner. He had a nice voice – friendly – but a bit hard to understand with his thick, northern accent. I still had a bit of my southern drawl and a southern ear. I had to listen hard to understand his words. The conversation raced from one subject to another like tossing a hot potato. And, Terry had a lot to say… so many questions: What did I like to do? Did I like action movies? What kind of food did I like? Did I like to fish? (Huh?) Did I like to go camping? (double huh?)

“I like to dance,” I said.

There was a pause in the conversation. I realized we weren’t going dancing.

He recovered quickly, “So would you like to go out Saturday night?”

“Sure,” I said without hesitation.

“Great, I’ll pick you up at 6 o’clock,” he said, taking down the directions to my house. “I drive a gray ca(h),” he added to identify himself.

Just pa(h)k your ca(h) in the driveway, I teased, deleting the hard “r” from my words.

“Ok,” he agreed, laughing. He tried to say goodbye with a southern accent and failed miserably. I really liked this guy.

I hung up the phone. It took a minute to realize I didn’t know where we were going on our date. It was fine; I was a spur of the moment person myself. I also realized (much to my surprise) I hadn’t asked one single question.

His grey ca(h) pulled into my driveway at exactly 6 o’clock. I was ready in the new pink dress and coordinating scarf I had purchased for the occasion. Bracelets jangled on my wrists and chandelier earrings swung from my ears. The effect was sassy, but discrete – I’m fun, but not too fun. My make up was perfect; my (clean) hair was long and bouncy; my heels high, but comfortable.

I counted to ten before I opened the door. Terry was already smiling. He looked like he was bursting with energy, even his light brown curls seemed ready to spring. I couldn’t help but smile back.

“So, I thought we could go to the beach, pa(h)k the ca(h) and walk to the restaurant. There’s a carnival with some rides and good music. Maybe a little dancing on the sand,” he said with a wink.

“Sounds like fun,” I said ready to leave.

He hesitated. “Uh, you may want to change into jeans and sneakers.”

“Of course,” I said, fuming as I walked upstairs to don my everyday clothes, knowing he was right. It was not the beginning I had envisioned.

“You look great,” Terry said as I made my re-entrance. His enthusiastic compliment made it all better.

It was a beautiful evening, perfect for the long, leisurely stroll along the beach. The enormous full moon seemed to sit on top of the water as we made our way to the seafood restaurant. We ate lobster and crabs, and my date slurped a few raw oysters on the half-shell. We ordered two cones of crispy fries to eat as we sat on the dunes, listening to the sounds of the ocean. With our jeans soaked to the knees by the cool, lapping water, we talked non-stop – as if we’d known each other for years.

Later that night as my mind replayed our date, I remembered that I had left the greasy cone of fries in his glove compartment. I cringed wondering what Terry would think when his car reeked of cooking oil.

He called bright and early the next morning. “You left something in my glove compartment. I thought I should return it as soon as possible.”

“I would appreciate that,” I replied.

Over forty years later, Terry’s not quite as charming about leftover fast food left in the center console, and dancing is still not his thing, but he does it to please me. I, in turn, have gone camping and baited a hook. He still talks a lot, and his accent has never changed. We’re still pa(h)king the ca(h)… together.

About this writer

  • Rose Ann Sinay Rose Ann Sinay is a freelance writer typing away in sunny North Carolina. Her articles/stories have been published in The Carolinas Today, The Oddville Press and The Brunswick Beacon.

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13 Responses to “Bachelor Number 1”

  1. Kailey says:

    He does the chicken dance real well! Oh Dad! How knew you two started out so cute?!

  2. Tammy says:

    Always love “how did you guys meet stories” and yours is what sweet memories are made of. Happy that your still pa(h)ing the ca(h) together after all these years!

  3. Sandy Keck says:

    Can’t believe you did not go next door and check him out! Love a happy ending!

  4. Joan Eaton says:

    Love it especially pa(h)king the cah! We Northeners still talk funny. I still go to the Stoah instead of the store!!

    • Rose Ann says:

      After all these years of poking fun at his accent, I may have acquired it myself, LOL! Thanks for reading and commenting.

  5. Mary Ann Miller says:

    Okay, Rose Ann, you outdid yourself on this one!! Loved it, and knowing both of you, I can certainly envision all of it. So much the storybook romance, but oh, so true!! Looking forward to many more of your “adventures/stories”!

  6. Mary says:

    Too cute! It sounds like the perfect first date. Now, if only you could go out hunting with him….

  7. Diane says:

    oh, how this take me back……… always have a wonderful way of making us reflect as we read your stories. And what a wonderful couple you are! Great job once again!

  8. Colleen Wenthen says:

    Great story and so you two ! Loved it.

  9. Mary Ann Crimi says:

    Bravo for Bachelor Number One who was interested in you and romantic, too. Bravo for you for baiting a hook and reeling in the love of your life.

  10. Very nice. Again, it’s a story told so well. 40 years…sheesh! Rose Ann must have married at age two! Love the last sentence.

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