Maggie Fitzgerald and I had our third date scheduled for tonight, Wednesday, at six-thirty in the evening. As always, names have been changed to protect the guilty! Read the previous Million Dollar Baby date story This morning, I turned on my cell phone to see a notice of a text from her. Oh no – is she going to cancel the date? – that’s what raced through my mind at first. I was relived when I read the text though, she just wanted to make the date an hour later, at seven-thirty, because she had to show one of her apartments to a prospective tenant. Whew, that was a close one!
I picked her up at home. She wore a beautiful yellow dress and matching yellow high-heels. This wittle vixen is not messin’ around, she’s dressed to kill. I may be a target, me skeered!
We kissed at the door and I said, “Look at your pretty yellow dress and your matching shoes, you look nice” I opened the passenger car door for her, I open all the doors for her, and she waits for me to do it – that’s because she knows I’m going to do it. It’s good to be an old fashioned gentleman, it makes the world a classier place.
We went to Longhorn Steak House for dinner. Walking through the restaurant parking lot, she took my hand and held it, it was all her idea. It’s a good sign.
She wanted to eat meat again, she said her iron was low, so she ordered a steak. Remember, she was a former professional boxer, so it’s not surprising to me she is very health conscious and monitors things like this. At one point in our discussion, we were talking about lifting weights, and she gave me some tips. There is no doubt about it, she’s a former professional athlete.
I had a small steak, creamed spinach, chili cheese fries, a loaded baked potato, and who knows what else. I just picked at it, it was wayyyyy too much food.
She does not drink, and last week, I had a stomach bug – or, was it the margarita I had for dinner? Anyway, both of us only drank water tonight. What can I say, we are both cheap dates!
Unlike the last two dates, she did not mention any weird sustainable power systems or fantastic government conspiracies. I kept my mouth shut about it, because I wanted to see what she brought up, what she wanted to talk about. I think this is a good sign; it suggests she’s not paranoid. She only mentioned once in passing that she has some more court papers to file.
I also got the sense that her finances took a big hit in the recession – a lot of people’s investments were devastated during that period.
We simply enjoyed normal, sane, laid-back dinner talk. Whew, thank goodness for small miracles, maybe she’s not cray-cray after all.
I asked her more about her childhood at dinner. She told me more about her experience growing up in the barber shop, surrounded by men. It turns out, her dad owned the barber shop. Maggie can remember being in the barber shop as far back as perhaps two years of age, and learning how to walk from chair-to-chair. While she does have a brother and sister – apparently, they were off doing other things – for example, one was at school a lot. However, Maggie grew up around all the old farts and old granddads. She even went to the track with her dad.
She also told me a story about her firefighter days in the great white north. One weekend, they were camping, and the men were out hunting, while Maggie and the other ladies stayed back at the campsite, drinking in a tent. Well, they heard a rustling in the trees, and she unzipped the tent to see a moose staring back at them! Afraid that the massive animal might trample them, she took action. She did not know a lot about guns, but being the daredevil that she is, Annie Oakley planted the butt-end of the gun on the ground, pointed the barrel up through the open zipper in the tent, and shot the moose dead with one shot (she surmised that she shot it in the heart)! I’ll bet she could change me from a rooster to a hen with one shot!
Now for the best part. I told you she was a pilot, and also had a career as a firefighter, once upon a time. As it turns out, she actually was a pilot for the fire department; she was a firefighter and a pilot, all in one! They fought fires in the Canadian wilderness, and she flew the spotter plane around the outskirts of the fires, to map their progress and report back to the ground crews.
She mentioned one particular incident when she got too close to a fire, and the plane’s engine began to sputter. Engines run not only on fuel, but air, which means they need oxygen – and smoke means no oxygen. Just like a person, if the engine takes in too much smoke, they can die. The plane, at one point, was sputtering and loosing altitude, and she was only thirty feet from the tops of the trees! She was saying, “Come on baby, come on baby, you can do it, pull up, pull up!” Luckily she was unscathed, but that was a close call, she almost crashed! She’s a daredevil alright!
When the bill came, she offered to help, so I said, “Okay, perhaps you can pay the tip, thank you”. This is good. While I suggest to men that they offer to pay for dinner, you at least want a nice woman who will pick up show tickets one in awhile, and perhaps make your favorite meal. However, the very best women pay their fair share. Gentlemen, if you find a woman like that and she takes a liking to you, marry her.
After dinner, I drove Maggie home. I was happy to see that it did not look like a crazy person’s house like before, it was all cleaned up. Last time, she had little stacks of papers on the floor lining the front of the couches, chairs and the walls. Maybe that’s how she gets ready for company – she picks up her court papers ( I don’t think it’s too crazy for a single entrepreneur with no kids or pets in the house to turn her living room into an extension of her office, by the way – it probably looked stranger than it really was. On a side note, it suggests she really is single and that there is no other man lurking in the shadows. There is no stranger-danger here, this house is clean)!
We sat down on her wuv seat together and she streamed the movie Icetastrophe from her computer to her television. By the way – and I told her this on the last date – she has the most beautiful, massive wooden wall unit/entertainment center. It has a metallic color, and she has a matching metal horse and a pair of big, matching metal jars on top of it. It’s a majestic piece of furniture. She has good taste, I love it. Go big or go home.
She had her television screen ratio set to 4:3, and did not know how to change it to widescreen, so I offered to help, but I said I would need to get my reading glasses out of the car in order to see the remote control. With the contact lenses I wear, I can’t see close up. She had her own pair of reading glasses and gave them to me, and I was able to fix the television. That’s what gentlemen do for a lady. They fix stuff and kill little creepy, nasty, butt-ugly crawlin’ critters.
She started yawning and said a couple of times she would probably not make it through the whole movie. I was not tired and wanted to stay for awhile, but part of me knew it was better to play hard to get, leave first, and not wear out my welcome. At first I said, “I’ll leave in a little bit”. As she continued to yawn, that turned into, “Kick me out when you want”. Finally, when she yawned some more and said she was tired, I gave up the ghost and told her I’d better go.
On my way out, I wheeled around to face Maggie and kissed her – then grabbed her again and gave her another hug for good measure. Hugs and kisses are like potato chips, ya can’t have just one! Now we’re cookin’, and it’s not just steak that’s sizzlin’ on da the grill, mang!
While we were watching Icetastrophe, she mentioned having me over sometime to watch a movie. I smell a fourth date in my future. Like Jim Carrey would say, “It’s showtime!”
It’s not hard to fathom that Jim Carry could get involved with Maggie Fitzgerald. Is it really so hard to believe Neo?
Million Dollar Baby – Date Four
My fourth date with Maggie started out fairly routinely. I picked her up from home and we went to a nice little hole-in-the-wall Italian restaurant she suggested. An interesting thing about this little neighborhood restaurant is, they have a mini library inside where you can check out books. I guess the owner likes to read. Speaking of the owner, he’s Maggie’s neighbor. To return the books, all she has to do is go next door.
She ordered the Veal, and I ordered my old standby, Fettuccine Alfredo. At dinner, she talked a little bit about government and now religious conspiracies. Here we go again! I need to ask her where she is getting her information from. She’s also in the bitcoin business.
We also talked about movies during dinner – she likes science fiction movies like I do. She suggested we go to to the movies sometime. We’ll have popcorn for dinner. Works for me.
The Plot Thickens
Also, it seems she has an insider in the currency market. After describing an investment opportunity, I went ahead and gave her what loose change I had left in my pocket after paying for dinner, for her to invest it for me. It was only one-hundred dollars. She claims when the price of this investment goes up, it could be like hitting the Lotto. Annie Oakley said, “Stick with me kid, I’ll take care of you”. I kinda like the sound of that. Hellooooo sugar momma!
Am I being scammed? If I am, it’s not going to be for much money, not money I can’t afford to loose. I’d spend that much on two dates anyway. I’ve already put a mental cap on any investments I do with her until I see substantial returns. If she asks for thousands, she’ll send me running for the hills – run Forest, run. I asked her what her commission is, and she said I could take her to dinner for a year. I can work with that.
After I brought Maggie home after dinner, we sat on her couch briefly. She seemed tired again, so I suggested I go home. At the door, I gave her a whopper of a kiss. “That was a good one!, she exclaimed. She’s so funny!
I can’t be sure if she’s falling for me or not at this point. It’s a little early. Additionally, there are no concrete signs of high interest yet. Is Maggie a sweetie, crazy, a scammer, or a windfall? I guess now, since I have something invested in her, literally, I may stay in Wonderland and see how deep the rabbit-hole goes. I may circular date also. Oh my, what a tangled web we weave.
If this investment pans out, it will make for one heck of a date story. Maggie could really turn out to be Million Dollar Baby after all.