Jeanne had a profile picture that demanded I travel to Newark, Delaware, to verify. You see, she looked very much like the woman (Gina) in Seinfeld who was the wife of a mob guy and was cheating on him with Kramer. If you recall, Kramer fell asleep on top of her; she thought he was dead and called a couple of guys to dump Kramer in the East River.
Short, dark, sort of spiked hair, pretty face, and slim.
Giddyap!
I asked if we might meet somewhere midway for us both, and she suggested The Embers Bar and Grille close to the Delaware-Pennsylvania border. Not halfway, but I appreciated her effort.
She walked in, and yep, she was a Gina doppelganger.
We sat at the bar and got into it. She asked a lot of questions and told me I looked like my profile picture, and that she liked my suit and tie.
I asked whether she was divorced, and she said, “No, I can’t divorce my husband; he would kill me.”
“So, you are not looking for a relationship, I gather? Does he know you are here having a drink with me?” My curiosity was piqued.
“No, we don’t discuss our private lives, but we both know that the other dates, and we are fine with it. But we cannot bring our dates home. Our son still lives with us.”
“That’s very sweet, Gina, er, Jeanne. Do you work?”
“I do; in my husband’s concrete business. That’s another reason I can’t divorce him; I know too much.”
“You promise you won’t mention my name to him, right?”
“Of course not, Frank. You need to relax; he’s cool with it all.”
“What would happen, perchance, if you really like someone, even fall in love? Not me, of course, but some other guy?”
“It’s possible, I guess. I really liked this guy two years ago, and he asked me if I wanted to move in with him. My husband thought that with our son still living at home, which was not a good idea. Anyway, I never heard from Steve again.”
“This is all quite fascinating, Gina, er, Jeanne. I believe my profile said I was looking for a serious relationship. I’m not sure right now that our goals are the same.”
“You mean you’re not going to call me for another date?”
“Not immediately, Gina; perhaps we could reconnect when your son is out of the house.”
“It would be your loss, Frank. I’ve been told that I’m a really great F***.”
“I am sure you are, and I’ll be thinking about that the rest of the night.”
And I did.