The Gentleman Caller
On Saturday I found out that we are having a guest for Sunday dinner. It turns out that this has been planned since last Sunday, but Granny somehow forget to tell me about it. God love her. Ironically, I got the news by her reminding me not to forget that she had invited Robbie.
Robbie plays the piano and the organ at her church and she wants him to join us after the service today. Many of you know that I am not the most social creature on two legs. So besides having to cook for company (cooking is pretty much my responsibility anymore), I also have to worry about entertaining a stranger.
I have never met Robbie before. For one, I don’t go to church and two, he’s only been there since the summer. Even though I always drop Granny off and pick her up from church, I have never crossed paths with him. I may have seen him before. But, basically I have only heard about him.
I get the impression that everyone is pleased as all get out with his work at the church, but that he is also looked upon as a little bit of an outsider. Besides the fact that he’s moved here from some place else, and he’s a lot younger than most of the church’s aging congregation (I would swear that some of the deacons were sitting at The Last Supper), Granny also thinks he might, as she put it, “have a little sugar in his tank.” So, she’s worried that he doesn’t have many friends.
“He’s so nice and so talented, ” she said to me, “I just think you two should know each other. You should have more friends around, too.”
So, Granny thinks I should know the organ player. Lordy, if she had any idea the jokes that conjures up. You all know what jokes I mean, because you’re all thinking them, too.
But, I gotta tell you. It’s making me wonder what’s really behind the invite. Does she just see us as two lonely guys who could benefit from having another friend. Or is there something more?
Even though we have never has a real discussion about it, Granny probably has recognized by now that there’s a little sugar in my own tank. She may be old. She may even be confused sometimes. But, she’s not stupid. And maybe she’s just worried that her bachelor grandson is going to be a bachelor forever?
It maybe all be innocent…and most likely is…but if Granny is going to start hooking me up, how do break it to her that he needs to be able to deep throat and like football?
October 29th, 2006 at 7:17 am
Well, you just never know, do you? We all need a friend or two.
October 29th, 2006 at 9:24 am
All I can say is good luck on the dinner and I hope that Robbie turns out to be loaded with sugar. And if not, at least you met someone new and hopefully started a friendship. As Curtis said, we all need a friend or two.
October 29th, 2006 at 9:35 am
You never know. He might have other talents
October 29th, 2006 at 9:52 am
Walk in without expectations and just see what happens. If he’s a church musician (from my experience), he probably is gay. There’s a lot of gay church musicians. So, let us know how it goes. What did you cook?
October 29th, 2006 at 11:51 am
….but i don’t like football that much!
October 29th, 2006 at 12:34 pm
So, offer him a Cosmopolitan, whip up a nice quiche and endive salad with balsamic vinaigrette followed by your best creme puffs. If he takes the hint, perhaps you’ll get a private organ recital on the skin flute. Bon apetit!
October 29th, 2006 at 12:47 pm
Dear sweet granny! She doesn’t need to know what you require, you are best suited to communicate them to potential suitors. Give Robbie a chance. You never know…
October 29th, 2006 at 1:15 pm
I’m sure I can learn to love football, too …
(Only she knows. Can’t really ask her, though…
October 29th, 2006 at 1:24 pm
God!
How lucky is Robbie?
…hate him already…
October 29th, 2006 at 1:41 pm
God Bless your Granny! Of course she knows. She is also telling you she could care less and loves you just the way you are.
When I came out, ages ago it seems now and after surviving the battle w/my father, I stayed w/my grandmother one summer to help take care of her. She sat me right down, told me she had alwas known “my demeanor was different” as she put it. She told me “God in his wisdom made you this way for a reason, and who am I to question that?”
When she died, she gave me an equal cut of her will (Not that she had much) But it pissed off all my Aunts/Uncles as well as my father at the time.
October 29th, 2006 at 5:37 pm
I don’t know Tony, but I think it is all very sweet of her. I just hope you have a pleasant evening and make a new friend. (And if more happens you’d better damn well let us know about it pronto!!!)
October 29th, 2006 at 9:41 pm
Tony,
I think your Granny would like me too!
I can’t play the organ, but I can hum a right good tune.
And Yes, I’m sweet to boot.
Prove it?
Tennessee 31 — South Carolina 24
October 30th, 2006 at 2:35 pm
As always, I got a laugh. But the, “a little sugar in his tank” is new to me. Is that a common southern term and if so, is it derrogatory or more of a “bless his heart” kind of term? Do African Americans have brown sugar in their tank?
I know you prefer college but like Payton… how about the Colts!! Now only the 2nd team (since GBP in the 20s) to have such a trend.
If only they weren’t playing the Pats next week.
October 30th, 2006 at 4:35 pm
So…. we’re all waiting with bated breath… how did the big luncheon go? Inquiring minds want to know.
October 30th, 2006 at 5:55 pm
So how was the gentleman caller???
October 31st, 2006 at 12:09 am
Your Granny is so sweet!!!
U took after her !
was the dinner like : when the nun chased the priest around the church & got him by the organ!?!?
info us
October 31st, 2006 at 10:24 am
How funny …I met a church organist and music teacher at a Halloween party on Saturday evening, and he said 99% of all men in his profession are gay. I love, love, love the expression “a little sugar in his tank”! Your Granny is a sweetheart.
Happy Halloween, Tony.
April 13th, 2007 at 5:41 am
One of my great aunts would always worry about my being single when the cold weather was coming.
“I just don’t like the idea of you sleeping all alone on a cold night. You should have some honey to snuggle up to!”
Your granny’s probably just thinking about companionship.
I can’t say I’m crazy about football, but as for the other criteria…or is that citerion?