How they met…
“Do you like this painting?” he asked, coming up next to her.
“No,” she said. “The woman looks like a birthday present, ribbons and wrappings, and if you want to know what bored looks like, check out her face. The women on the beach have umbrellas, so they don’t get tan and they have to be suffocating in all that clothes.”
“What about the couch?”
“What about it?”
“Do you like the pattern? The colors?”
“So do I,” he said. “And her dress, thought frilly, is still kind of pretty. She does look incredibly bored, I’ll give you that.”
She turned to look at him. “Go away,” she said.
He smiled and left, as another man took his place.
“I like awnings. They always make the light in a room magical. But I don’t think the sun is out in this painting. So what’s with the umbrellas? And how did women live bored out of their minds and dressed in things like that?”
“I have no idea,” she said. “And you’re right, the sun isn’t out and the light in the room is dull. Do you always come to the museum to pick up women?”
“No. I usually go to the doggie park,” he laughed. “I just came here to see the new exhibit.”
She grinned. “Does the doggie park work for you?”
“You’d be amazed,” he said, looking at her.
“I have a cat.”
“I think it’s a shame they don’t have kitty parks. It’s blatant discrimination, if you ask me. Still, I doubt that many cats would enjoy being at one.”
“They would hate it and wander off after fighting with each other or sleeping.”
“True. Maybe that’s why they don’t have them.”
“What do you want?” she asked.
“Nothing. I was drawn to this work of art by the yellow ribbons.”
She snickered. “The yellow ribbons?”
“And the awning. As I said, I’m a fan.”
“Is it the ribbons themselves, or is yellow your favorite color?”
“It’s one of my favorites.”
“You have more than one favorite color?”
“Sure. Don’t you?”
“Yes, I do.”
“I’m hungry, want to get something to eat at the cafe? They have good food for a museum.”
“What’s your name?”
“Jack, what’s yours. Please don’t say Jill.”
“I love that name.”
“Sure you do,” she said shaking her head. “How many women have you picked up in this museum?”
“How many guys have you met and gone to lunch with, in this museum?”
“Do you think it’s an omen, or just that we have a lot in common?”
“Well, I don’t go to the doggie park.”
“Maybe we can change that.”
“Do you even have a dog?”
“No, but I can get one,” he said.
Picture: The Cleveland Museum