We’d only been out two times before, but I already
had Shelby pretty well figured out.
And although what I’d figured out left a lot to
be desired, what I’d figured out was more than offset by the desirability of
her figure.
Shelby was
superficial. Her conversation was full of sales at Nordstrom’s, the latest
fashion trends, and clothing she’d bought that was Epic! My
attempt to discuss cinema, books, and art fell as flat as her chest was not.
But I wasn’t ready to
give up yet.
So for our third date
I decided to employ a clever ploy.
“Hi, Shelby. Say …um … is that a new blouse?”
“Yes, I just got it at Nordstrom’s, marked
down from $75 to $37.50! Isn’t it Epic?
“Just as Epic as ‘Gladiator.’”
“What are we going to
do tonight, Perry?”
“I thought maybe we’d
take an evening and go to Nordstrom’s and check out the new sales.”
“I’d love that!
Score No. One toward a
night of fun!
As we entered
Nordstrom’s, I turned on the “Shop till you Drop” charm.
“It’s so great here, Shelby! Nothing better than being in a crowded department
store on a Friday night instead of sipping Chablis at a café downtown.
“I’m headed over the Point of View Department,” said
Shelby. “I’ll see you soon.”
“Buy something that’s Epic!”
I called to her. “While you shop, I’m headed to the Men's Department to look for a nice Hawaiian shirt with an alligator
on it.”
Score No. Two for the
67 year old Jew!
I milled around the
Men’s Department pretending to look at stuff while reading the news on my phone.
Shelby eventually returned with a bag big enough to pack lunch for
Governor Christie.
“You didn’t buy
anything, Perry?”
“I left my credit card
in my other pants, darn it! I wanted to buy some loafers, Ban-Lon shirts, and
Dockers with humongous pleats.”
Score Three for the
soon to Get Lucky Me!
We returned to
Shelby’s place where I felt sure we’d soon be modeling fashions, minus the
fashions, long into the night.
“Perry,” she said bluntly,
“I think we should call it quits.”
“What?!”
‘‘We don’t have
anything in common.’’
“But we do. I love
clothes! I love discounts! I love buying stuff that’s
Epic!”
“That’s just it.”
“What’s just it?”
“I thought you dressed
the way you do because you weren’t into clothes and shopping, but now that I
know you are...”
“Yes?”
Your bad taste is Epic!
Your bad taste is Epic!