It has been an interesting month. Dez, who now wants to be called Bruno and has decided to call me Lu Sin Da is on his way from a meeting with some bankers regarding property. He is one smart guy and how he keeps all the balls in the air is beyond me.
He did arrive and we went out to Mastroe's Ocean Club, which was packed at cocktail hour. The poeple were dressed very casual and since this is a high end restaurant it was a little strange. However, after we talked to several people it was obvious that they were tourists. Forgot about tourist season. Bruno had on a beautiful black suit with a Hermes tie and looked like a million dollars. He does clean up. I wore a black small polka dot dress with an assymetrical hem with yellow ruffled heels. We do make a good looking couple if I say so myself..
We had two drinks and opted to leave. Bruno keeps his eyes open for faux paux's on women shoes. I keep telling him he has a shoe fetish. God forbid some poor women walks in with flip flops, sandals or ugly heels....he is a heel man and probably the only man I know that know about high end designer shoes. Jimmy Choo, Stewart Weitzman etc. The majority of the women had bad shoes per his take on it. Since I can't afford to spend $1500.00 on a pair of shoes in this life, I wonder what his take is on mine.
There were two blond gals, complete with large fake boobs. They sat down next to us at the bar. I struck up a conversation with one of them and I said that the pickings in the man department were really slim in the place. She answered that frankly she was more interested in her food. Bruno thought that was funny and I just thought it was a sad statement on the man front in the place.
We left and drove to Laguna Niguel to a place called Brio that has a band and dancing. We again sat at the bar with our favorite bartender Ty. We ordered some food and again looked around at the people there. OMG....what a group of humanity. The crowd kept changing from couples to just women dancing togehter, the Lesbo crowd, and then back to couples. There was one large women who looked like she might be trans-gender flinging herself all alone all over the dance floor and I mean flinging. She had a flower in her hair which she eventually attached to the bottom of her dress then proceeded to toss her head up and down like a prancing horse and the word horse is being kind. On a good day she wouldn't have been attractive and to draw attention to yourself you have to wonder if it was drugs, booze, or both. No doubt that was why she was dancing alone.
When we left we decided that Brio had probably seen the last of us. Bruno says that it is the weird people in Orange County and that LA isn't like behind the Orange Curtain. I beg to differ with him if my memory serves me right. There are really a bunch of kooks in that area too. He has promised to take me to LA soon and I can compare. The next day he said that I was the prettist women in either place. I said that wasn't saying much considering the crowd, but thank you.
In between Bruno, who by the way canceled on me on the Thursday he was to come down and take me out due to a late schedueld meeting in Beverly HIlls. Vet man who is Plan "B" said he wanted to take me to dinner and the Vet thing is a good excuse for me. We went to the Winery where the food is wonderful. I swear I can't shed these ten pounds for anything. I wonder why?
Vet man would like more but I just don't have the same feeling for him. Dumb me. He let slip that he had inherited about two million from his parents. I wish money could be the motivator for me, but if it isn't there it isn't there. Leave it to me to like the bad boy who isn't available and will go into the sunset. Although he made an interesting statement unsolicited. He said " you know your the only women I haven't cheated on," My answer was "yet." I figure he is way to busy to bring someone else into his life and if he does go to bed with someone it would be a one night stand. It was just an odd thing to say out of the blue. Our converston wasn't even in that ball park.
Saturday morning after our strange date night Friday we went to breakfast. He tootled off afterward to Palm Desert, where the temperature was suppose to be 108 degrees. to look at houses, he wants to invest out there, and to check on another project he has going.
I'm waiting for him to come back today and again we are gong to dinner. God save me from the lurking calories.
More later.
He did arrive and we went out to Mastroe's Ocean Club, which was packed at cocktail hour. The poeple were dressed very casual and since this is a high end restaurant it was a little strange. However, after we talked to several people it was obvious that they were tourists. Forgot about tourist season. Bruno had on a beautiful black suit with a Hermes tie and looked like a million dollars. He does clean up. I wore a black small polka dot dress with an assymetrical hem with yellow ruffled heels. We do make a good looking couple if I say so myself..
We had two drinks and opted to leave. Bruno keeps his eyes open for faux paux's on women shoes. I keep telling him he has a shoe fetish. God forbid some poor women walks in with flip flops, sandals or ugly heels....he is a heel man and probably the only man I know that know about high end designer shoes. Jimmy Choo, Stewart Weitzman etc. The majority of the women had bad shoes per his take on it. Since I can't afford to spend $1500.00 on a pair of shoes in this life, I wonder what his take is on mine.
There were two blond gals, complete with large fake boobs. They sat down next to us at the bar. I struck up a conversation with one of them and I said that the pickings in the man department were really slim in the place. She answered that frankly she was more interested in her food. Bruno thought that was funny and I just thought it was a sad statement on the man front in the place.
We left and drove to Laguna Niguel to a place called Brio that has a band and dancing. We again sat at the bar with our favorite bartender Ty. We ordered some food and again looked around at the people there. OMG....what a group of humanity. The crowd kept changing from couples to just women dancing togehter, the Lesbo crowd, and then back to couples. There was one large women who looked like she might be trans-gender flinging herself all alone all over the dance floor and I mean flinging. She had a flower in her hair which she eventually attached to the bottom of her dress then proceeded to toss her head up and down like a prancing horse and the word horse is being kind. On a good day she wouldn't have been attractive and to draw attention to yourself you have to wonder if it was drugs, booze, or both. No doubt that was why she was dancing alone.
When we left we decided that Brio had probably seen the last of us. Bruno says that it is the weird people in Orange County and that LA isn't like behind the Orange Curtain. I beg to differ with him if my memory serves me right. There are really a bunch of kooks in that area too. He has promised to take me to LA soon and I can compare. The next day he said that I was the prettist women in either place. I said that wasn't saying much considering the crowd, but thank you.
In between Bruno, who by the way canceled on me on the Thursday he was to come down and take me out due to a late schedueld meeting in Beverly HIlls. Vet man who is Plan "B" said he wanted to take me to dinner and the Vet thing is a good excuse for me. We went to the Winery where the food is wonderful. I swear I can't shed these ten pounds for anything. I wonder why?
Vet man would like more but I just don't have the same feeling for him. Dumb me. He let slip that he had inherited about two million from his parents. I wish money could be the motivator for me, but if it isn't there it isn't there. Leave it to me to like the bad boy who isn't available and will go into the sunset. Although he made an interesting statement unsolicited. He said " you know your the only women I haven't cheated on," My answer was "yet." I figure he is way to busy to bring someone else into his life and if he does go to bed with someone it would be a one night stand. It was just an odd thing to say out of the blue. Our converston wasn't even in that ball park.
Saturday morning after our strange date night Friday we went to breakfast. He tootled off afterward to Palm Desert, where the temperature was suppose to be 108 degrees. to look at houses, he wants to invest out there, and to check on another project he has going.
I'm waiting for him to come back today and again we are gong to dinner. God save me from the lurking calories.
More later.
