Monday, September 14, 2009

One Wednesday Night...

One Wednesday night, Taylor was going to a parenting class to help her learn how to take care of the baby that was left to her. She notices a handsome guy sitting at a table by himself in the back of the room. Taylor pretends not to notice him and looks around at the other people at the other tables. As she gets to the back, she sits down in the chair next to him and says, “Hello. I’m Taylor.” He looks as if he doesn’t normally get approached by women. He sort of shifts in his chair, looks up and says, “Well, hello Taylor. I’m George, nice to meet you.”
As the instructor started the introduction to the class, Taylor and George began chatting about why each of them was in the course. Taylor explains that her baby is not really hers. “My car was broken down in Cherokee Nation, Oklahoma, so I pulled over and went into a bar to get some food. As I got back into my car, there was a woman there saying she didn’t want the baby, put it in my car, and walked away?”
“Wow.”, says George, “That is a very big responsibility to have to take on. Especially without having any experience.” Taylor just shrugs her shoulders and pays attention to the rest of the class. After about 20 more minutes of hearing the instructor talk about the proper way to be a good parent, George turns and asks Taylor if she would like to do dinner after the class. Taylor responds, “I would love to! Would you like to go to the restaurant down the street? We could walk.”
Walking down the street, Taylor asks George about why he was going to the parenting class. He tells her about how he made it his responsibility to take care of Lennie. He continues, “Lennie has a mental disability and hasn’t developed into the mature adult he should be at his age. Once Lennie’s aunt had passed away, I took him on to travel and work with me. So far he has done a good job, minus the little bits of trouble he gets us into here and there.” “That is a very impressive and touching story. What you are doing for Lennie is great.” The waitress had just brought over their check and Taylor tells George, “I had a wonderful time tonight, and you seem like a great guy. Would you like to go to dinner again later this week?” Stunned by her reaction, George agrees. “What about Friday night around 7? I’ll be more than happy to pick you up!”
As they left the restaurant, they walked back up the street back to their cars. “I am very glad we met tonight,” says Taylor. “I will see you Friday.” They hug each other and wave to each other as they drive away.