And Then There Was Eve

As nice as that was, she was out of my league. She was a millionaire. She had lived in Switzerland, Kenya and Greece. She spoke six languages and she was honestly and truly too beautiful for a downtown boy like me.

The night my heart was broken, eve was there. Literally. She was in the café sipping her latté when she noticed a text form her exterminator telling her that she can't go home for two days. She was upset and not at all happy at having to spend 700.00 a night for a decent hotel. My loft was right about the coffee house and I had what few New Yorkers can attest to. Space. I offered to let her stay over the weekend.

"Don't you a have a girlfriend?"

"If she still is my girlfriend, she lives in southern Jersey. Eve, its still my house."

"Well, let me take you out for breakfast. Okay?"

We were at an all-night diner when I go the call. I didn't tell Eve. Bu i was now very different and she noticed it right away. However she didn't say a word other than suggesting we go home. We caught a cab and I was silent the whole way.

Part 2

When we finally got back to my place I was thoroughly depressed and doing a poor job of hiding it. Eve, being the wise woman she was still did not pry.

"Okay Mr. good-times we have a little problem." She then laughed. " and we have a solution."

"What's the problem?"

"I have nothing to wear. I want to take a shower, but I have nothing gto put on afterwards. Unless of course you don't mind me walking around naked all weekend."

"Yeah, that will happen."

"Stranger things have dear. Listen, I swiped a rare bottle of wine from work. Why don't you open it and find a giant dress shirt for me to slip into."

"okay, but I don't feel like drinking tonight."

"But I do and I am your guest. And if you recall I am the one who had the stressed out day."

I was in no mood to argue. All I wanted to do was cry. But I opened the 1976 Chateneuf du Pape and dug out one my super oversized dress shirts for her. And I thought of the fucked up irony of the situation. Eve, the most sensuous and attractive woman I had known in a year was now about to wear the single sexist thing I can see a girl in: an over-sized white dress shirt.