Well, to Nonna's I went to enjoy the company of past and present friends. For all who've been there, the atmosphere is left to stand all on its own and stands wonderfully tall. Rich walls, wonderful art, flawless lighting, masculine dark heavy tables, and oversized-impractical glasses: it is tied for second on my list of favorite restaurants.
Any who- though Nonna's is enough to keep me coming back for female lunch retreats, there is a mystery man, I am sure was hired to help solidify the ambiance. His wonderful square glasses, tailored powder-blue suites, perfectly 'product-ified' hair, and distinguished walk allows me to nestle in for the brief hour I so cherish with the girls.
Today I found myself distracted but approving of the noncommittal eye contact I was experiencing with this refined being. As lunch was winding to a close and eye-talk was underway, I decided to let the girls in on my little secret. Before the words could completely leave my lips, Ms. Discrete 1&2 turned completely around in their seats only to be met by his caught expression mirrored with my guilty smile. With our secret out, he dashed away to his duties.
Well, let the truth be known, he's pretty cute, but the gay aspect is definitely..... a definite. Very much into non-committal relationships at this moment, this minor road-block in our eye-relationship was permissible. He must have gotten nervous that he had fooled me into thinking he was walking the straight and narrow. Ever since others joined in on our secret, our relationship has not been the same...... throughout lunch.
That final look sealed the last deal that we would probably never look again.
Tragedy hit Nonna's today... tragedy and fear!
Will I ever experience their famous tomato soup again......?
OF COURSE, I'll give it a week.
