“Really?”

                “Yeah, where do you want to go?”

I really hadn’t thought that far.  “I don’t really know this area of the city so anywhere you suggest would be nice.”

                “How about this nice little café not too far from here?  It’s a little after the lunch rush so it shouldn’t be too busy.”

                “That sounds great.”  It really did sound great to me but then anything would be great as long as it was just her and me alone, getting to know each other.

                “Let me just grab my keys and purse, tell James I’m leaving and we’ll be on our way.”

And so she walked into her office; I found myself watching her as she walked away, checking her out as she walked away more like it.  She was so beautiful, the way she walked, the way she talked, the confidence that she exuded with each step, each movement. 

I stood there watching her and then next thing I knew she was in front of me, smiling.  “You ready?”  I nodded yes.

She guided me out to the parking lot and to this gorgeous red Mustang convertible, her car was as stunning as her.  She walked over to the passenger side, opened the door for me, waited for me to get in then closed to door and went to the driver’s side.  I have to admit that I was a little taken aback, never once has someone opened a car door for me.  Well, one person has but that’s counting the limo driver for my sister Sarah’s wedding last year and I don’t think that counts because he was paid to open the door for us.

We drove the short drive to this café called ‘The Planet’ that one of her friends Marina owns.  It was right in a part of West Hollywood that I have driven through many times before but had never noticed the café there.

The time went by so quickly but the next thing I knew Bette was excusing herself to call the gallery to say she wouldn’t be in for the rest of the day.  I really hadn’t noticed that it was after four and we had been talking for hours.  I’m really amazed because I can’t think of a time in my life where I have been more comfortable talking to someone that I have just met days ago.  It feels like I have known Bette my whole life, I’ve told her things in just a few hours that I have never even told my closest friends or even my sisters.  But it wasn’t awkward at all; it was strangely comfortable sharing deeply personal things with her.