He wore a red wig that matched his own hair coloring. It was a short butfeminine pageboy. The green blouse and skirt, purse, matching heels andpearls ...ompleted his ensemble. As he stood nervously waiting for hisfriend, a warm gust of wind lifted his skirt. He shivered with delightat the sensation.Soon the Man of Tomorrow alighted on the roof of the newspaper building."Jimmy?" he said with puzzlement. "Why are you dressed like that?" I'm sorry to use my watch when it isn't really an emergency,". Her hand began to move back and forth and he found himself open-mouthed and unable to speak.“Oh, by the way,” she interrupted, “We are going out on a date tonight.”“A date?”Jerry nodded. “Yes, boyfriend and girlfriend out on a date,” Jerry confirmed. “We’ll be discreet.”“But you’ll be seeing him tomorrow anyway.”“Yes, I know,” she interrupted. “I will probably be fucking him tomorrow night but I am a bit nervous about the first time. I haven’t dated in twenty years and I... well, I’m nervous. They both said, “Hi” and sat down, he asked her what she was drinking and she asked for a beer. He waved to the waitress and asked for a round. He started the small talk by asking her about her day, she said that it was a terrible day, and that it was hectic ever since she got to work, the closer it got to quitting time the more she was ready for a drink. She had looked down at her counter, and saw his name and number and thought what the heck and decided to give him a call and take him up on. Ida had just messsed up my fun and my performance, and now I wasn't going to be quite the star of the show that I wanted. We had a great meal with some stuff called "tofu" that i never ate before and 'spaghetti squash" (whatever that was) and greeens,butter and soy sauce plus some wine and hash and the rest of Mrs. Robinson's sweet potato pie.It was a strange meal to me, but everyone else was laughing, telling stories, talking over each other. That was a little like home, anyway, and by time.