The Click Trilogy by Lisa Becker Page B

sandy blond than in the photo and it made him kind of look like a professional volleyball player and part-time model for sun tan lotion.
     
    We waited outside in line for about an hour before the show started and just talked.  Just like on the phone, there were never any awkward silences.  We had so much in common and he was just so interesting.  He is a graphic designer and has shown his work at some small galleries at Bergamot Station.  How cool is that?  And, because he works in the marketing area, he actually understands what I do for a living.  Kudos to him.
     
    The concert was absolutely amazing.  They are such a cool band.  So much like Spider Fire but definitely with their own sound.  I bought their CD at the event and am listening to it now as I’m writing to you instead of reviewing focus group research findings about cooking oil [YAWN!] I just can’t seem to concentrate.
     
    Anyway, after the concert ended, we walked across the street to a small coffee shop and had coffee.  Well, he had coffee and I had a lemonade.  He did sort of think it was strange that I’m 30 years old and I’ve never had a cup of coffee.  But, he seemed to find it endearing.  Extra points to him for that one.
     
    Then, he walked me to my car and gave me the sweetest kiss goodnight.  As I closed the door and he began to walk away, he turned around and knocked on my window.  I rolled it down and – oh I’m just getting goose bumps thinking about it – he told me that he really had a great time and wanted to know when I was free for dinner.  YEE HAW!
     
    So, we have plans to go out on Wednesday.  Hurrah!  Do you have any idea how long it has been since I’ve been out on a second date?
     
    From: Shelley Manning – March 28, 2011 – 11:46 AM
    To: Renee Greene
    Subject: Re: PER-FEC-TION!
    Sweetie, that is so great!  I’m thrilled for you.  He sounds like a total gentleman…but I won’t hold that against him.  HA!  I on the other hand, held myself all night against a really hot accountant (I know, that sounds like an oxymoron, but it’s true) that I met at Flint’s the other night.  My only complaint.  He was a tad bit too hairy…you know…down there.  From this moment forward, he will be known as Ape.
     
    From: [email protected] – March 28, 2011 – 12:03 PM
    To: Renee Greene
    Subject: Fun night
    Hey Renee.  I just wanted to drop you an email and tell you how much fun I had Saturday night.  And, wanted you to have my real email address too.   I never thought I could meet such a cool gal over the Internet.  But, I’m lucky and happy to learn that I was wrong.  Yes.  You are reading this correctly.  A man has admitted that indeed he was wrong.  Anyway, hoping that you are having a great day at work and looking forward to dinner on Wednesday.
     
    From: Renee Greene – March 28, 2011 – 12:08 PM
    To: [email protected]
    Subject: Re: Fun night
    I was just about to email you to say thanks.  That is so spooky.  I had so much fun too.  The concert was great but the company was even better.  It is hard to believe I’ve met a Spider Fire fan that also has no problem admitting when he’s wrong.  What a rarity.  Are you going to tell me that you actually have – shudder the thought – asked for directions?  Or that you have put the toilet seat down?  Hmm.  What other male stereotypes can we bash here? 
     
    From: [email protected] – March 28, 2011 – 12:16 PM
    To: Renee Greene
    Subject: Re: Fun night
    Oh I see.  We’re going to play that game.  Well, let me just imagine how many pairs of black shoes you have in your closet right now.
    Wondering how I knew about that one, huh?  As I mentioned, I do have a sister and she owns more pairs of black shoes than anyone I’ve ever met. 
     
    About Wednesday, how about Korean BBQ?  There’s this great place I know and I would love to