Wine and Opera

My cousin Katie arrived this morning from the US! She can fly stand-by on Continental flights, and after an entire afternoon of waiting, she finally got on a flight. She made it to mine at around 11 AM, and I was so excited to see her!

After putting her through my patented jet-lag routine (eat, then nap, then shower, then out again), I took her out to an "Opera and Wine Tasting" evening that my friend Siobhan had invited me to at the English National Opera.

When we arrived, luckily I spotted Siobhan right away, and we were also soon joined by another mutual friend, the Ultimate Tory Boy. Then it turned out that somebody in our group knew somebody else in another group seated near us, and so we found ourselves with two groups combining. And in the other group was this really cute, blond-haired, blue-eyed gorgeous guy. He was sitting about the furthest away from me in the combined group circle, when he said to his mate (who was sitting next to me), "Hey, can I switch with you?" Jeez, can you be any more obvious? And so, I found myself sitting next to the super-cute guy, who also turned out to be really smart (went to Oxford, was now in grad school to be a dentist) and funny (I was cracking up all evening long). I mean, I love those evenings, where you meet somebody and it's so obvious that you like them and they like you.

At the end of the evening, he absolutely demanded my card from me (very impressed that he asked for my info instead of me just foisting it on him) and I VERY much hoped I would be hearing from him. Because I want to get him involved in Younger Member's events at the club (oh yes, he was apparently a newly joined member) and be a good committee member....and also because he's got amazing blue eyes and a wickedly funny sense of humour. {Sigh!} Must remember not to obsess, and just appreciate that I had a lovely evening with good company, and I should just appreciate it for what it was...

We had talked about going to dinner together, but The Dentist was catching up with an old friend of his, so instead my cousin and I joined Siobhan and the Ultimate Tory Boy for dinner at an Italian restaurant nearby. Had a great time cracking up and telling stories, and I think it was a good introduction to London life for my cousin!

Follow-up to the story:

And then nothing. Zip, zilch, nada. Even without prompting, my cousin asked a few days later, "So did you hear from that guy who was totally into you all evening at the opera?" No, dammit! So what gives? Boys make no sense to me...