Gina will have to wait until I see Tinkerbell again at Thanksgiving. Plus, I get to see Dr. B_______ again AND Dr S_________ - two neurologists at once! However, I can answer Christy right now. So, here's how we met.
Gary did not do well during his first few forays into college. After a few years as a janitor, and a few years as a hospital orderly, and a few years as a tape librarian, he turned 28 and desired to become a high school biology teacher.
This desire lasted until Mr B_________' s History of Education class. Mr. B__________'s class was dull. I didn't find this out until two weeks into the semester. I never attended the first two weeks of any college course. Case in point: Figure Drawing. No one gets naked until Week 3. QED.
Two weeks in I showed up in Mr. B___________'s class and scoped out the room. 'Stoner ... nun ... creepy ... out of my league .... married mom ... "
"Out of my league" was Gary. Check him out!
A body wave and a three piece suit! Smoooooth!
I worked up the nerve to talk to him on week 5. "Running away?" I asked cutely when I saw him heading toward the vending machine.
"Yeah, it's ... it's a little dry," he said, in the first of a lifetime of negative comments.
We talked the next week after class for an hour. The next week when the same thing happened, I brought out my high school English teacher's smooth line -- the one she used to ask her out her husband:
"Well, this is silly, just standing around talking. Let's continue this over dinner."
"Okay!" he said, "How about Casa Gallardo?"
"Well ... I don't know, I don't think I brought enough money to treat you to Casa."
"That's okay. You can pay on our next date."
Oh, yeah, baby. Of course he had enough cash to take me to Casa because he'd planned to ask me out but did not, as he had insufficient sack. He was lacking in sack, as it were.
(P.S. I AM LOVING this new "sack" term! Many thanks to ExportedMolson.)