Bringing Down the Babysitter, Part 2

Where was I?

Right, the 90s.

Pretty much like every childhood friend, you lose touch easily. I still walked past Jane and Rod's parents' place every so often... and Jane had gotten my e-mail address and had let me know about her babies and life, etc. Never any mention of Rod, but that didn't seem to surprise me.

One day my dad sent me a clipping from our local paper. I guess Rod had done several things while we were apart: he went to college, became a successful entrepreneur (something to do with ice skates? I don't know... we're Canadian), and had recently moved back home and was starting a second venture.

But this venture was much more awesome: a restaurant.

Clearly, on my last visit home, I made a date with an old friend at said restaurant in hopes of catching a glimpse of my former faux-flame.

Let me just say this--the place was gorgeous, the food was pretty good.

But the highlight of the night was seeing perhaps the studliest man to ever come out of a grunge phase ever (not counting this piece of SMOKIN' work). He had obviously stopped partying on the daily, and maybe was hitting the gym thrice weekly.

He was wearing Brooks Brothers, with an open collar.

He looked maybe a few years older than me--not the 15 or so that separated us.

Even my friend Jolene commented on the heat of this dish.

I neglected to mention that he once wandered around my house aimlessly while I recited French verbs.

As proprietor of the operation, he came over to check on our meals at one point, at which point he gave me a good stare... Jolene was jealous. But she also wanted to get in his pants a bit, so when he asked how everything was, she mentioned that we were going to be at a bar a few doors down afterward, should he be interested in a drink.

Girl has crazy game, always has.

I probably should have mentioned my connection, but it didn't seem right. I also didn't think he could place where he knew me from (I'm so much hotter now, with the boobs and the legs, and the heels. And the puberty).

I guess Jolene was really starting to feel him, because she offered to pay and left a massive tip for our mediocre waiter.

Our waiter, ironically, was feeling Jolene, because he showed up at the bar later on.

But that's all in Part 3! Coming right up.