Spendthrift

I went to the ballet.  I have box seats which are on the same level and adjacent to the ballet boutique. After the first intermission, I bought a scarlet red scarf made out of organza.  $30 with my 15% subscriber discount.  I thought it was a deal.  During the second intermission, I bought a necklace! 

What is wrong with me?  I am a shopaholic.  That’s it.  I’m going on a shopping diet until the end of April.  

Hey, at least I look good!  While waiting for the first program to begin, a gentleman sitting in the box next to mine leaned over and asked, “Are you a former ballerina?  You sure do look like a dancer.”

I shook my head quickly from side to side.  “Oh no, I just love the ballet and classical music.”  

“Would you like to come over and sit in the center box here with me?  I don’t think anyone is going to sit in this seat right here.”

Note: I have a side box seat which has a slightly limited view.  The closer you get to the center, the better your view of the performance.  I lit up when he asked.

I migrated over to his box and thanked him profusely.  “That is so nice of you.  Thank you so much.  This is great.”

“Oh my pleasure,” he grinned as he patted me gently on my exposed shoulder.  

Over the course of the ballet, we chatted about work, Bear Stearns, the Fed.  He does venture capital.  After each performance, he turned to me and whispered, “What did you think?”  We got along swimmingly.  But then it was time to go after all the applause had died down and crowds of people made their way to the exits.

He wished me good luck on the next round of quarterly earnings.  I thanked him once again for allowing me into one of the center boxes and for the pleasure of his company.  Then I waved to his date, the companion he had ignored throughout the ballet.