Mitch Ado About Nothing?

What an evening! The butterflies are still fluttering in my stomach!

But let's start at the beginning. Not the beginnign of time, dear (we're not supposed to talk about THAT, dear) -- of my night!

Yesterday, I had the worst day at work. Ever. A whole slew of models got confused and showed up at Wilhelmina instead of Elite, where they had a Klein go-see. So then, my boss found out that Elite had already gotten the Klein contract she was still smooching Klein for! The poo-poo hit the fan and people were asking me to do all sort of things -- make calls, take messages, sit the models, pretend we WERE Elite even though they were sittin under a big Wilhelmina sign (THAT wasn't too hard -- those girls are vapid!), get associates in to view the girls, get Klein's VPs on the phone for my boss -- ugh!

When I was finally able to leave, it was almost 8! I needed a friendly ear and knew there's only one place I can really be myself. So, even though I loathe the dark-wood-stained-glass-kitchy-decor (all Dio needs to really keep me out is sawdust on the floor and a barrel of peanuts!), I got off a stop early and went to The Delphi.

Dio was just starting the night shift and I could smell Xipe's divine (ba-dum-pah!) spices heating up the kitchen. I plunked down on a stool and Dio set my grapefruit-cranberry-lime-Grey Goose in front of me before mywell-earned *sigh* was fully out my full lips.

As desired, my out-of-place beauty and mastered damsel-in-distress signals worked. Within minutes all the hume males suddenly needed refills and rushed to the bar. I was in the process of sussing out the potentials from the unfortunate no-thank-yous when I saw him.

Exiting the men's room, he looked up and I saw in his clear blue eyes...a connection. A soul.

And when he didn't even look at me but sat down one stool away, I knew he felt it too.

All night I made chit-chat with the floundering idolators hovering around me. I cracked jokes and laughed, batted my eyes lashes and let them buy me a few more drinks.

By the time I visited the little goddesses' room, checked myself (flawless) in the faltering yellow light of the poo-poo-colored one-stall closet and headed back to my seat, I was light headed. I just happened to stumble into this new knight's arms. He caught me by the elbow. My confidence was starting ot falter, though -- after I sat myself back down he didn't say a thing to me!

I felt like I was losing it, like Paris was right, like I really did only deserve a man like Heph (no offense, hon)...when my new man, my new (future) lover, my savior from this life of boring redundancy, stood to leave.

He raised a hand to Dio ("Bye, Mitch", he called out), opened the door to leave, then turned to me and said with a sly grin and twinkle in those baby blues, "See you next time, babe." Then he was gone.

Knowing my penchant for falling hard -- even for humes nowadays -- Dio refused to answer questions about this mysterious Mitch. Clearly he was enough of a regular that Dio knew his name -- they must have exchanged otehr information over time! But he was mute, shaking his head in that I-know-what's-better attitude of his.

Under Dio's watchful gaze, all Xipe would tell me is that Mitch works on movie sets and comes in about once a week.

If I get a chance to have those penetrating blues penetrate mine again, I have a feeling I'll be spending a little more time with Dio and Xipe in the near future.