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Lawrence's first in-person words to me were, "You're about to have a date with the best guy, ever."
I replied, "Am I?"
He said, "Let's start with chivalry." He opened the nearby restaurant door for me. I thanked him and walked in.
Once we sat down, I asked him how his day went. "Great!" he replied, "I'm finally going to be recognized for being better than my boss! They're giving me a colossal raise. Your first drink's on me, tonight!"
"Thanks. What are they going to have you doing?" I had asked him, when we were first talking online, what he did, and he said he was a consultant.
"Astronaut engineering," he replied. "And working with a top Hollywood director on producing a major motion picture. It's about to get really busy for me. You're so lucky I made the time to be with you and to pay for your first drink."
"Thanks. Again. Those sound pretty... you're going to be doing both of those at once?"
He nodded, then shouted, across the restaurant, "Waiter to the best table! Paging a waiter to the best table!" He turned back to me and said, "Well, that's in addition to my own work as an attorney. I'm about to win a major malpractice suit and be made a managing partner of an investment firm. Yes, these are busy times for me. Busy and successful. Want a drink? First one's on me—"
A waiter hurried over. Lawrence said, "I'll have a cocktail."
The waiter asked, "Which cocktail?"
Lawrence replied, "Whichever one's best. And I'm paying for her first drink. Just her first drink. She'll have a," he looked at me, "What do you want?"
I glanced over the house special drink menu and asked the waiter, "What do you recommend, between the Bloody Cassie and the Vector?"
Lawrence cut in, "Try them both. But I'm only buying the first one." He turned to the waiter. "She'll have both. But I'm only buying one of them."
I said, "I'll have the Bloody Cassie."
As the waiter left, Lawrence said, "You should've ordered both. I want you drunk."
I kept him talking until the drinks arrived. One of his many gems was, "They were actually considering sending a vial of my DNA to Mars and having it be the first human DNA to touch Martian soil. It was a NASA program to send DNA to Mars. My DNA. To the Mars lands."
When my cocktail came, I drank it in silence as Lawrence went on about his amazing accomplishments. "I invented a new kind of deadbolt that actually locks from both sides of the door, without a key."
I asked, "What's the point of that?"
He answered, "It locks. You know, from both sides. No more inconvenient locking from just one side."
Right. I finished my drink and decided that, despite his entertainment value, it was time for me to go. He repeatedly offered me a ride home, I declined, and he insisted that I take his light jacket with me, to keep me warm. It was 70° out.
He said, "Hang onto it. This way, I'll be sure to see you again," and winked.
I tried to refuse the coat, but he insisted, so I took it. I never contacted him after that date, and he never reached out to me, either. I only recently rediscovered the coat in my closet, with a two pockets full of condoms, and that brought the whole unfortunate experience back to me.
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