I want Bruce Springsteen to throw pebbles at my bedroom window.....

I have this lovely friend who lives on a daffodil filled hill. The other day, she asked her blog readers to ask her anything....anything at all. So, I pondered how to respond. I mean, I'm an asking questions kind of girl. I like to know a lot. I like stories and scoops and gossip. But, even more, I like to know what's in someone's heart. What's in their soul. What are their inner most secrets? What do they live for? What gets them up in the morning and keeps them going all day long? What do they dream about as they gaze out their window? What do they think about right before they drift off to sleep? It's not that I want to know because I'm nosey. I just want to know.....in a good way.

But, you know how it is...you feel kind of silly and perhaps even rudely intrusive asking certain questions. So, I went with one of those last-page-of-Bonapetit Magazine type of questions--what famous person would you like to have dinner with and why? I figured that was an interesting enough question and when it was all said and done....the answer would provide a little peek into what makes them tick. In the end, I'd learn something new about them yet there would still be that aura of mystery about what really lies beneath their response.

So, I got to thinking....what famous person would I like to have to dinner with? And, I came up dry. I don't want to have dinner with anyone really. The whole idea of it made me feel a little uncomfortable....sort of like going on a date. I haven't been on a date in so long and the only thing I know about dating is what I see on Sex & The City reruns. And, it all seems like so much work. I don't think I'd be a good dater at this stage of my life. All that chit-chat and eye batting and wondering what the date is thinking and should I order food you can only eat with your hands and is it appropriate to have that 3rd glass of wine. And, then there's that whole thing about the check....I'm too much of a control freak to let someone pay the check. And, if they did...I'd want to leave the tip. Oh, it would be so weird. I'm sure things would only get weirder after dinner. You know...that whole thing about what do to after dinner? Would I just have to say something like..."I'm not that kind of girl" or maybe "hey let's have sex and get it over with"? Like I said....tough stuff. Dinner with someone famous would make it even worse. I'm sure of it.

I have this gorgeous friend. She is a serial dater. She was married once but she wasn't into that. So, she dates. She likes musicians. Hard core rock and rollers. Sometimes when she shows up with them, I sit there and think "boy, he must think he died and went to heaven!" I am positive they look good on stage. I mean, I get it. When I'm at a Tom Petty concert, I'm pretty sure I'm in love with him. When I see him in a tabloid shot, I'm pretty sure I'm not. A few weeks ago, my dating friend brought yet another rocker to a party. Before they showed up, my other friend informed me "this one has a real job too." Which, of course, was good news. It seems like most of the situations she gets herself into go from dating to having the guy move in because he's hit a rough patch with his rock n roll career. Happens quite a bit in that industry from what I have surmised. Anyway...that particular evening, my dating friend and her newest rocker didn't know many people there except for Carmen and I. So, we spent most of the evening with them. I've never spent that much one-on-one time with her and any of her dates in all the years I've known her. So, I got an up close look at what dating looks like. It validated my earlier notions---it's work. But, she was really good at it. She said things like "he is a great cook." So, I asked him what his specialty was...."pizza" he told me. "What's your recipe?" I inquired (I told you...I like to ask questions). "Chef Boyardee is the best." Okay, now....between you and me....CHEF BOYARDEE? I'm not a food snob but....CHEF BOYARDEE? Okay, okay...I didn't say that...I just thought it. So, my friend jumped in "oh, he has a way with it....he works his magic..." Alright. And, that's how it went all night. She bolstered his confidence. She said nice things to him in front of us. She said nice things about him in front of us. Her focus was on him....in a good way. A very nice way. Not at all insincere or pretentious. I'm not sure if I would be cut out for that. Katie would be great at going to dinner with a famous person. Not me.

Some people might think the reason why I don't want to have dinner with a famous person is because of my war with diets and weight over the years. Even though having my Lap band makes going on to dinner a little more of a chore, the food and the eating has nothing to do with it. I think I'm just at that stage in my life that I want a little more than food and chit-chat. Sure, I could sit there and ask my millions of questions and maybe....just maybe...I'd be enthralled with the answers. But, even then, I'm pretty sure that won't do it for me.

Maybe you just get to a point in your life that you don't need or want to have dinner with anyone who is on a higher stage than you. Or, maybe it just feels odd having to focus so hard on someone who is sitting across from you having dinner. Maybe being in a long term relationship makes you lazy. I'm not sure. What I do know is that I don't want to have dinner with anyone famous. I want someone famous to want to meet me. Not for dinner. Nothing quite so conventional and boring. I'd like it to be like this---this famous person sees me (maybe even reads my blog!) and finds himself (yes, I'd prefer a male) so overcome by my presence that he just has to meet me or talk to me. Maybe I can even be in his dreams. So...it could go like this....he wakes up in the middle of the night and is so overcome by yearning that he bolts out the door in search of me. He finds my house. He stands in front of it. He can't wait until morning to tell me that he really needs to meet me. So, he picks up a pebble on my sidewalk and throws it at my window. Then another. Finally, when I go to the window, I peer out and see him....he in his Levis and white t-shirt and black boots. He calls out to me....."Don't turn me home again,I just can't face myself alone again. Don't run back inside darling you know just what I'm here for. So you're scared and you're thinking that maybe we ain't that young anymore. Show a little faith,there's magic in the night. You don't want to have dinner, but hey that's alright...."

What about you....what famous person do you want to throw pebbles at your bedroom window? And, what would that person say? It's worth 5 points!