Secret

I’m a talker. I’m a sharer. I’m an open book.

This is all likely quite obvious to everyone. After all, I live my life relatively publicly; my career, my family, my friends, my activities, my love life (or lack thereof) are only keystrokes away. And if you know me personally, it’s even quicker and even more And sometimes, particularly with regard to my love life (or lack thereof), I regret it.

So with this one, I’m keeping things on the down low. I’m staying hush hush. I’ll keep him a secret. In fact he’ll be Secret.

I won’t go into detail about him, other than the fact that he arrived a little late, but not too late. He went to the gym before meeting me at my apartment. But we arrived at the Penthouse with ten minutes to spare. It’s at the Huntley Hotel, an elegant rooftop restaurant designed by Thomas Schoos. The food is top notch and the wine selection, fantastic. The valets opened the car door and asked us both, “Are you here for the Penthouse?” I’d forgotten the no tennis shoes rule, and as I was wearing Chuck Taylors and Secret was wearing Nikes, we drove off to find a second option.

We drove to Brentwood, to a great little restaurant I know of called Bandera, dark wook walls, dimly lit, live jazz, great ambience with a killer margarita, awesome seafood and the best artichoke appetizer in the city. The wait was an hour and fifteen minutes at 8:00.

“I have an idea,” Secret said. “It’s not fancy or anything, but go three blocks south and two blocks east.” The place was garishly lit, the fluorescent light reflecting back off of the white ceramic tile floor. One leg of the table was propped up on a folded piece of cardboard to keep the table from rocking back and forth as we ate from plastic dishes with plastic chopsticks, the table crowded with a paper napkin dispenser, various condiments in squeeze bottles, and a plastic glass that housed all manner of utensils including the chopsticks, Chinese soup spoons and forks.

And the place was loud, forcing us to lean into one another during dinner conversation.

It was perfect.

Other than that, it’s all a secret…for now.

Comments

[Dutchimport]

I don't even wanna know anything about Secret! what makes you think anyone will be interested?
:)

[TCho]

Oh damn. i was in LA recently. I should have contacted you. next time!

[Alden]

I know a thing or two about secrets. Have fun with this one. :)

[Roy]

Good luck VAN!