Suddenly realizing that a strange man was standing behind her, she slowly turned around. It was then that I noticed her shiny black hair about shoulder length and it seemed to drift more of her perfume toward me as she turned. Her brown eyes sparkled up at me and my voice got caught somewhere between my chest and the back of my throat. Taken back would be an understatement at this point. She stared up at me with one of those, “Can I help you?” glares. Before she could actually ask with her mouth, I answered her glare with a feeble attempt at a charming response. “Uh, hi” I know, I know, very far from charming but it’s what I had at the moment. She replied back with another “Hi” and I couldn’t help but just stare at her for a moment. She was like a fantasy that I never knew I had. Looking at her, I felt like life itself was possible. Like without all the trials and tribulations and difficult stuff.
As I sat down, I took the opportunity to notice the rest of her. Much more than merely just checking her out, I looked about her as if she were not human but as if she was a priceless work of art freshly created not even ready for the showroom quite yet. I realize comparing her to an inanimate object is not always flattering to women but this is what she reminded me of. She was light-skinned, almost silky looking. Before she sat, I noticed her body was curvy, not extremely skinny but healthy. But above all else, it was her smile that left a lasting impression in my memory. It was like a little person who lives in my brain used an even littler digital camera to take the most perfect picture of her that had ever been taken in the history of pictures of people.
The ensuing conversation between us was a very nice one. We exchanged tales of how we came to be and found out little things that we had in common. She shared her poetry with me, which turned out to be really good and I’m not just saying that. It was actually good; it spoke to me for some reason. Yeah, maybe her being breathtakingly gorgeous and smelling like a Bath and Body Works had something to do with it but it was some pretty creative work. The one she was currently working on spoke about some of the tough decisions she had to make during her life and I was able to relate. I don’t know exactly how much time went by but it was beginning to get dark outside so we exchanged numbers and parted ways. I couldn’t help but watch her walk away. I know what you’re thinking but I wasn’t staring at that, although it was very nice, that wasn’t what I was looking at. Unexpectedly, she turned around and caught me looking at her and much to my delight, she smiled. I continued to look on silently as she continued to walk away. I continued looking hoping that I didn’t manage to screw this up somehow. Hoping that one day we would be walking away together.
To be continued…