Last night I was invited to a fashion show. My friend’s clothing line for kids was being featured on the runway and she offered me a ticket.
The show was great and afterwards we mingled with others at the VIP cocktail reception.
My friend introduces me to two gentleman she had met earlier – both wearing suits.
Now in LA, it’s RARE to see a man in a suit. The lifestyle is so casual here that it’s not unusual to see someone in jeans on the red carpet. Dressing up is an exception in Los Angeles so I looooooove seeing a man in a suit. (Blame my lawyer ex-husband who got me hooked on picking out ties. My weakness.)
In LA, if a guy’s in a suit, he’s either a banker, a lawyer or lives in Beverly Hills. Just my experience. 🙂
Sure enough, this one guy I had my eye on lives in Beverly Bills.
We chat, we flirt, we play the “guess my age” game with all four of us and then clink our glasses together to “cheers” to us all looking wayyyyyy younger than our actual ages. Thank you, Mom and Dad, for the good genes.
I’m loving that this one guy is 49, but looks and acts like he’s in his 30s. I love he’s from the Dominican Republic but raised in New York and an NYU grad. Oh. And that he’s wearing a suit and tie ensemble that probably cost that of a good mortgage payment. I’m not mad.
My friend tells the two guys what I do for a living and Mr. Armani asks me if I also freelance on the side. I tell him I do sometimes and he wants my card. Awesome. He gives me his.
We talk more about us both being single parents, how much we love our kids and what position my son plays in football.
The time passes, we’re having great banter and we kinda drift a few feet over to have a more private conversation. He tells me stories of what REALLY happened with Kobe Bryant and his scandal, what his famous actor friend (who he won’t share his name) gave him for his 47th birthday, and a few of the film and charity projects he’s involved in. So Hollywood.
We’re chatting and laughing away and then the shocking moment of the night happens. He says something about being in trouble as a kid and I laugh and say I was grounded my whole childhood, too. He just looks at me and says, “I know you were.”
Um, excuse me? You weren’t there. How did you know that? We just met! What the what?
He answers, “OH, come on. You’re a rebel. It’s all in your eyes…..”
Dang! I’m so busted here, because it’s partly true, although I’ve been playing the professional, classy woman role all night. People tell me all the time I have these eyes…but how do they see this stuff??
I’m literally shocked, and smiling, ask how he could possibly know that (all the while maintaining my innocence).
“Please, I read you like a book right away. What’s that line in Jerry Maguire?…. Oh yeah, you had me at hello.” 🙂
I’m now blushing yet intrigued and luckily his friend walks over to say he’s got to get going.
Mr. Armani and him came together so he gives me a hug and asks what I’m doing this weekend. He tells me we should get together, and since I live just down the street from him it’d be easy to do. He tells me his travel plans for the next week and says we’ll figure something out. I tell him that’d be great. And they head out.
So now I wait for him to be a man and make a move. Yes, I’ll wait – not with baited breath, but with a vision of me strolling through his walk-in closet….full of ties. 🙂