I haven’t been able to get Mitch off my mind!

I haven’t been able to get Mitch off my mind! So, even though it was a Sunday (out of proper decorum, I usually try not to go to dive bars on Sunday – what would people think?) I stopped over at The Delphi.

I had a pretty good excuse all worked out – I went shoe shopping at the DSW in the Atlantic Center before, so, rather than drinking (or Mitch), it looked like I was just popping in for a quick chat after an afternoon of bargain hunting.

Mitch was there (yup, definitely hot!) and I set my things down a stool away from his. Just as I was about to order (never make the first move, that’s something I learned long ago) he turned to me, looked at my shopping bags and said, “Looks like you bought some shoes.”

Not a great opener, I thought. Then it got worse!

“Gives you a great excuse to be in the neighborhood and stop in, huh? Scope things out? See who’s at the bar today?”

And he turned back to his baseball game!

Oh, the nerve!

I was so flustered, but I couldn’t leave then, it would look like he was right, that I was looking for him! So, I stayed, made half-hearted chit-chat with Xipe (Dio was in the office doing the books) and tried his newest dish, Peruvian jambalaya. Interesting, but nowhere near as good as I told him it was.

Mitch left while I was in the goddesses’ room! The nerve on him!

I was so dejected that I let a weird mortal regular – super hyper, super annoying – buy me a shot of tequila (house brand, mind you – men don’t know how to charma woman anymore!). When he offered to buy me a Pabst, I knew I was done for the night.

But if Mitch thinks I’ll lose interest that easily, he’s clearly never had the goddess of love after him before.