Yup, Another Blind Date

         Lisa was so proud of herself when she got Michael to agree to go on a blind date with me.  She met him at the hospital where she worked as an Occupational Therapist and immediately thought of me when he mentioned that he was single.  It took a few weeks but she finally convinced him to call me.  I had no idea this was happening.

            “He’s really cute and loves Italian women.  He was super excited to meet you when I told him you were Sicilian.”  Lisa said over the phone.

            “Why?  Does he expect me to make dinner?”  I asked

            “Hum, good question.  Who cares, just go out with him!  He is a doctor.  How bad could he be?”  She asked.

             "Fine, I'll meet him."  I said.

Lisa was relieved since she gave him my phone number earlier that day.  He called me a few hours after she told me about him.  

We talked a few times before our date.  He had a deep sexy voice and said the funniest things!  This guy had a lot of charisma and I couldn’t wait to see him in person.

He arrived at my home a few minutes earlier than he said he would.  Luckily I was ready and eager to go.  Lisa was right; he was really cute!  Standing at 6’3”, his blue eyes danced when he spoke and his wavy brown hair was flawless.  I thought for sure I would be in love with him by the end of the night.  We walked to his car and he opened my door like a gentleman.  I reached over to the driver’s side and shoved his door open just in case he was testing me.  We both laughed at my gesture then talked about movies.  He was shocked with I told him that I don’t like Mob movies.

“I don’t believe you! Who doesn’t like Mob movies?”  He asked

“Me.  I don’t like Mob movies.”  I said.

 “I want you to hear something.”  He said.

      He put in a CD and Italian music blared from the speakers.  It was ridiculously loud! I reached over and turned down the volume. 

“Don’t you like Italian music?”  He asked

“I like it, it’s just really loud.”  I said

“It’s the GoodFella's soundtrack!”  Michael said proudly. 

“Oh, I never heard it.”  I said.

“What do you mean?  It’s GoodFellas, the story of your heritage.”  He said

“You can’t be serious.  My heritage is not a mob movie.”  I explained.

            We drove around for about thirty minutes listening to the soundtrack.  I tried to talk to him but he was too busy singing his heart out.  I didn’t know what say or do. I tried to turn down the volume but he stopped me.

“I love this song….wait, wait, wait.  You have to know this one!”  Michael said as he turned the music up louder. 

I turned the music off to ask where he would like to eat dinner.  I could see that he was a little hurt by my actions but I really didn’t care.  Driving around all night listening to Italian songs isn’t my idea of a good date.

 “Can we just get something to eat now?”  I asked him. 

“I’m sorry.  Sure. Anywhere you want.”  He said.

            I suggested Sushi and we agreed on an Italian restaurant.  I didn’t care where we had dinner.   I just wanted 100% of his attention so I could learn more about him.  I was determined to salvage this night.

            “How long have you been at the hospital?”  I asked

            “About six months.  Where in Sicily is your family from.”  He asked.

“Meilli.” I answered.

     At first I thought that he was genuinely interested in me but it became clear that he wasn’t.

“Come on, tell me the truth. Is your family connected?”  Michael asked.

“Connected how?”  I asked

“You know.  The Mob.”  He whispered.

“Are you serious?”   I asked

“Yes, I need to know.  I find the Italian culture fascinating.  Especially Sicilians.”  He explained. 

“Contrary to what you’ve seen in the movies, not all Italians are involved with The Mob.”  I said. 

“I get it.  You can’t talk about it.”  He said

“There really isn’t anything to talk about.  My family is not involved with The Mob.”  I said.

“Okay.”  He said with a wink

            He asked one stupid question after another then quoted movie lines.  I must have changed the subject about a million times.  Sadly, he wasn’t getting it.

            “How many semi-automatic guns does your father own?” He asked.

 “OH MY GOD! SHUT THE HELL UP!!”  I yelled.

The waitress dropped off the check, he paid for dinner and we left the restaurant in silence.  He attempted to play his crappy soundtrack on the car ride home but I threatened to through his CD out the window.  I called Lisa as soon as I got home and strongly suggested that she NEVER fixes me up again.