Post by David on Aug 25, 2010 12:10:22 GMT -5
Chapter 2: The first glimpse
I then headed to the baggage claim and saw Bambi standing there waiting for her bags. I tried to avoid her by standing on the opposite side of the claim belt and acted like I didn’t see her. I grabbed my bags and started to look for the rental car location. I find it without any problem and get my car. I brought my GPS with me so I could find my way around. I love those things. They’re worth their weight in gold. I get a flashback of my band touring days with the AAA trip tic maps. Gee, how did we ever function without today’s technology? I key in Randy’s sisters address and start my drive to Wilkes-Barre.
Have you ever noticed that the Lady’s voice on the GPS seems to get irritated with you if you miss a turn, and it seems to get worse with the more turns you miss and she has to recalculate. I get this vision of a man and his wife on a trip and she is reading the map and giving her husband directions. She says “turn here I said!” He misses the turn and in an aggravating voice she says “Recalculating... OK turn right at the next light” He says “this light or the next light”, she says again “I said the next light!!!” He replies again “left or right?” Her voice even more aggravated and says “you idiot, you just missed it. RECALCULATING!!!”. She then starts beating him with the map and screaming “I’m going to recalculate your fucking head if you don’t listen”. Just a thought: I thought that would be a funny skit for Saturday Night Live or something.
Anyway, as I enter the big city of Wilkes-Barre I drive by a billboard sign that says Ballet Northeast will perform “Beethoven’s Seventh” next Saturday at 7:30 p.m. at a place called the Dorothy Dickson Darte Center for the Performing Arts. I guess it is at the local Wilkes University. I thought that sounds really cool. I actually among other things, really enjoy a good ballet. To watch a skilled ballet dancer dance with such fluid motion and grace can be an amazing soothing thing to watch. I love art in all its forms. I enjoy theater, dance events (any style), and music of course. I like people that have a talent of some sort. It could be anything like, dancers, singers, musicians, painters, etc… I think it takes a special kind of person to have such a creative talent and are very interesting people. I consider myself to be artistic and maybe that’s why I’m drawn to other artistic people. The Vegas shows are simply amazing. The Cirque de Soli shows are just indescribable. To say that they are amazing would be an understatement. I love going to Vegas to see the shows. I still have not been to New York to see a Broadway show. That is definitely on my high priority list of things to do before I die.
I see another sign for a Starbucks up ahead. I’m feeling a little tired from the flight and the exercise I got while on the plane so I decided to stop and get my sugar free Caramel Latte. I have to watch my girlish figure you know so I try to stay away from the sugar. That’s my attempt at humor. I head up to the long line to wait. I’m standing behind this girl and all I can see is this amazing ass (I’m such a pig). She is wearing these short shorts with these long beautiful legs. Her calves were simply amazing and sexy. Just above her shorts I see glimpse of a tattoo of what looked like a bow. It was a very sexy tattoo. Her skin looked so silky smooth and I started to fantasize about caressing her skin. “OK Dave” I said to myself. “Cut it out. Leave this girl alone. She is probably another Bambi type girl anyway”. Then I notice her cool looking sandals and her beautiful well manicured feet. I ‘m very anal when it comes to hands and feet on a woman. I can’t help it. She passed the foot test, I now look at her hands and they are equally beautiful. They were painted Pink and went perfectly with her outfit. This girl had a sense of style, and I like that. I tell myself to shut up again, but it doesn’t work. I have to get her attention so she will turn around. I think and think and then the best I can come up with is to drop my phone. Ok, that’s stupid. What if I break my phone? I now try to justify the risk of breaking my phone to get this girl to turn around. OK, I decide that it’s worth it. If it breaks I’ll just buy another phone. So I’m going to count to 3 then drop away. One, Two: Then as if sensing that I was going to do something stupid, she turned around. Our eyes met and I could swear I felt my mouth drop open. Her Hazel eyes were so beautiful. I was in a trance. I think she liked what she saw as well because after what seemed like an hour of gazing into her eyes but was actually only about 3 seconds: she smiled and warmly said “Hi”. I was frozen like a deer in the headlights. I have never been known for not knowing what to say, but I was so taken back by her beauty that I couldn’t seem to say anything. I finally said “HI” back to her. She sensed something was wrong and asked “Are you OK?” Again, I had an awkward pause because I was trying to think of what to say without sounding stupid. I couldn’t think of anything charming or witty to say back so I just told her the truth. I said “I’m sorry. I was staring at you hoping you would turn around and when you did: I was entranced by your eyes and smile and was speechless”. OK Dave that was fucked up. Why did you tell her that? She is going to think you just gave her the cheesiest pick up line in the world and turn away. To my surprise she didn’t do that at all. Instead she said “awe, that’s so sweet. I’m Kelly” and raised her hand to shake mine. I eagerly took her hand which by the way was just as soft as I had imagined and I said “Hi Kelly, I’m Dave”. She could tell by my voice and accent that I was not from around there. She asked where I was from. I told her and even mustard up the courage to ask her if she was getting her drink to go or going to hang out here. I think she was originally going to go, but she said she was going to hang out here for a few minutes. OK, I’m feeling a bit more confident now and ask if it was ok if I joined her. To my surprise, she said sure.
We both got our drinks and proceeded to a table. I kept saying to myself, “Dave, you don’t have a chance with this girl. She is way out of your league. She looked so young too. I was guessing her to be in her early 20’s. We sat and started talking. It felt so comfortable. As if we had know each other for years. She kept smiling and had the most adorable laugh. I couldn’t stop staring at her eyes. I kept trying to say something funny so I could make her smile. Every time she would look at me and smile: I could feel my heart speed up. It’s a good thing I was sitting down because my knees were feeling weak as well. I know it sounds so corny, but wow!! I’m not kidding. It was the most amazing feeling. I have never ever felt this way talking to a woman before. It was so strange. I’m not trying to sound like some stud or anything, but I’ve dated a lot of women over the years and some of them even seriously and was even married for 7 years, but I have never felt this way with any of them, not even my ex wife. She told me about school. She was in college majoring in English with minors in Journalism and Dance. What? Did I just hear Journalism and Dance? Two forms of art? OK, this girl is really interesting. We ended up talking for two hours even though it only seemed like 30 minutes. I didn’t want it to end. We liked the same type of music which was unusual because of the age difference. It turns out that she loves 80’s music and that whole era. She turned me on to some bands that I have never heard of. I told her a brief version about my life and she really seemed interested in what I had to say. She made me feel really good. The conversation just flowed uninterrupted. One thing we didn’t ask each other was our ages. I was afraid to tell her how old I was. I was so relieved that it didn’t come up. I didn’t want to scare her away or think that I was just some old pervert trying to pick up some young girl. Kelly’s voice was soothing to me, not at all like That Bambi girl from the flight. It brought calmness over me almost like a drug or something. We had a long pause, but not an awkward one. We locked eyes and just smiled at each other. We were comfortable in our silence as well. It was amazing. I then said “I get the feeling that I’m keeping you from something”. She said no don’t worry about it. I’ve really enjoyed talking with you. I do have to head to work now though. We told each other how nice it was to meet and even gave each other a hug. It felt natural. We then went our separate ways. We both turned back to look at each other and smile as we got into our cars.
I continued on to Randy’s sister’s house. I had such a peaceful feeling over me. I didn’t even mind the GPS voice getting aggravated with me for having to recalculate a few more times because of my missed turns. I finally arrived and Randy happened to be sitting outside on the porch. He said “ Damn dude Where the fuck have you been? Your plane landed 4 hours ago” he laughed. He was just giving me a hard time. I walked up to him with a big grin on my face. We shook hands and gave each other a man hug. We started talking about what has been going on the past year since we’ve seen each other. The whole time I still had this huge grin on my face. He finally asked me “what’s with the big smile?” You haven’t stopped smiling since you got here. I proceeded to tell Randy about my flight in and then the coolest thing: meeting Kelly at Starbucks. He said “Man, she sounds really cool. So are you going to call her while you’re here?” When he said that I suddenly had this OH SHIT look on my face. Randy said “dude, you did get her number right?” I could not fucking believe that I forgot to ask her for her number. I ‘m such a fucking idiot. I just met the most amazing girl and I was so entranced in the moment that I forgot to ask for her phone number? Damn it!!!! My face turned a pale white and I felt a little sick to my stomach. I thought to myself “Now what?” With all the things we talked about: we never got each other’s last names either. How in the hell am I going to find her? She didn’t leave behind a glass slipper for me to take all over Wilkes-Barre to find my potential princess. I was so bummed out after that. It would weigh heavy on my mind the rest of the night.
I then headed to the baggage claim and saw Bambi standing there waiting for her bags. I tried to avoid her by standing on the opposite side of the claim belt and acted like I didn’t see her. I grabbed my bags and started to look for the rental car location. I find it without any problem and get my car. I brought my GPS with me so I could find my way around. I love those things. They’re worth their weight in gold. I get a flashback of my band touring days with the AAA trip tic maps. Gee, how did we ever function without today’s technology? I key in Randy’s sisters address and start my drive to Wilkes-Barre.
Have you ever noticed that the Lady’s voice on the GPS seems to get irritated with you if you miss a turn, and it seems to get worse with the more turns you miss and she has to recalculate. I get this vision of a man and his wife on a trip and she is reading the map and giving her husband directions. She says “turn here I said!” He misses the turn and in an aggravating voice she says “Recalculating... OK turn right at the next light” He says “this light or the next light”, she says again “I said the next light!!!” He replies again “left or right?” Her voice even more aggravated and says “you idiot, you just missed it. RECALCULATING!!!”. She then starts beating him with the map and screaming “I’m going to recalculate your fucking head if you don’t listen”. Just a thought: I thought that would be a funny skit for Saturday Night Live or something.
Anyway, as I enter the big city of Wilkes-Barre I drive by a billboard sign that says Ballet Northeast will perform “Beethoven’s Seventh” next Saturday at 7:30 p.m. at a place called the Dorothy Dickson Darte Center for the Performing Arts. I guess it is at the local Wilkes University. I thought that sounds really cool. I actually among other things, really enjoy a good ballet. To watch a skilled ballet dancer dance with such fluid motion and grace can be an amazing soothing thing to watch. I love art in all its forms. I enjoy theater, dance events (any style), and music of course. I like people that have a talent of some sort. It could be anything like, dancers, singers, musicians, painters, etc… I think it takes a special kind of person to have such a creative talent and are very interesting people. I consider myself to be artistic and maybe that’s why I’m drawn to other artistic people. The Vegas shows are simply amazing. The Cirque de Soli shows are just indescribable. To say that they are amazing would be an understatement. I love going to Vegas to see the shows. I still have not been to New York to see a Broadway show. That is definitely on my high priority list of things to do before I die.
I see another sign for a Starbucks up ahead. I’m feeling a little tired from the flight and the exercise I got while on the plane so I decided to stop and get my sugar free Caramel Latte. I have to watch my girlish figure you know so I try to stay away from the sugar. That’s my attempt at humor. I head up to the long line to wait. I’m standing behind this girl and all I can see is this amazing ass (I’m such a pig). She is wearing these short shorts with these long beautiful legs. Her calves were simply amazing and sexy. Just above her shorts I see glimpse of a tattoo of what looked like a bow. It was a very sexy tattoo. Her skin looked so silky smooth and I started to fantasize about caressing her skin. “OK Dave” I said to myself. “Cut it out. Leave this girl alone. She is probably another Bambi type girl anyway”. Then I notice her cool looking sandals and her beautiful well manicured feet. I ‘m very anal when it comes to hands and feet on a woman. I can’t help it. She passed the foot test, I now look at her hands and they are equally beautiful. They were painted Pink and went perfectly with her outfit. This girl had a sense of style, and I like that. I tell myself to shut up again, but it doesn’t work. I have to get her attention so she will turn around. I think and think and then the best I can come up with is to drop my phone. Ok, that’s stupid. What if I break my phone? I now try to justify the risk of breaking my phone to get this girl to turn around. OK, I decide that it’s worth it. If it breaks I’ll just buy another phone. So I’m going to count to 3 then drop away. One, Two: Then as if sensing that I was going to do something stupid, she turned around. Our eyes met and I could swear I felt my mouth drop open. Her Hazel eyes were so beautiful. I was in a trance. I think she liked what she saw as well because after what seemed like an hour of gazing into her eyes but was actually only about 3 seconds: she smiled and warmly said “Hi”. I was frozen like a deer in the headlights. I have never been known for not knowing what to say, but I was so taken back by her beauty that I couldn’t seem to say anything. I finally said “HI” back to her. She sensed something was wrong and asked “Are you OK?” Again, I had an awkward pause because I was trying to think of what to say without sounding stupid. I couldn’t think of anything charming or witty to say back so I just told her the truth. I said “I’m sorry. I was staring at you hoping you would turn around and when you did: I was entranced by your eyes and smile and was speechless”. OK Dave that was fucked up. Why did you tell her that? She is going to think you just gave her the cheesiest pick up line in the world and turn away. To my surprise she didn’t do that at all. Instead she said “awe, that’s so sweet. I’m Kelly” and raised her hand to shake mine. I eagerly took her hand which by the way was just as soft as I had imagined and I said “Hi Kelly, I’m Dave”. She could tell by my voice and accent that I was not from around there. She asked where I was from. I told her and even mustard up the courage to ask her if she was getting her drink to go or going to hang out here. I think she was originally going to go, but she said she was going to hang out here for a few minutes. OK, I’m feeling a bit more confident now and ask if it was ok if I joined her. To my surprise, she said sure.
We both got our drinks and proceeded to a table. I kept saying to myself, “Dave, you don’t have a chance with this girl. She is way out of your league. She looked so young too. I was guessing her to be in her early 20’s. We sat and started talking. It felt so comfortable. As if we had know each other for years. She kept smiling and had the most adorable laugh. I couldn’t stop staring at her eyes. I kept trying to say something funny so I could make her smile. Every time she would look at me and smile: I could feel my heart speed up. It’s a good thing I was sitting down because my knees were feeling weak as well. I know it sounds so corny, but wow!! I’m not kidding. It was the most amazing feeling. I have never ever felt this way talking to a woman before. It was so strange. I’m not trying to sound like some stud or anything, but I’ve dated a lot of women over the years and some of them even seriously and was even married for 7 years, but I have never felt this way with any of them, not even my ex wife. She told me about school. She was in college majoring in English with minors in Journalism and Dance. What? Did I just hear Journalism and Dance? Two forms of art? OK, this girl is really interesting. We ended up talking for two hours even though it only seemed like 30 minutes. I didn’t want it to end. We liked the same type of music which was unusual because of the age difference. It turns out that she loves 80’s music and that whole era. She turned me on to some bands that I have never heard of. I told her a brief version about my life and she really seemed interested in what I had to say. She made me feel really good. The conversation just flowed uninterrupted. One thing we didn’t ask each other was our ages. I was afraid to tell her how old I was. I was so relieved that it didn’t come up. I didn’t want to scare her away or think that I was just some old pervert trying to pick up some young girl. Kelly’s voice was soothing to me, not at all like That Bambi girl from the flight. It brought calmness over me almost like a drug or something. We had a long pause, but not an awkward one. We locked eyes and just smiled at each other. We were comfortable in our silence as well. It was amazing. I then said “I get the feeling that I’m keeping you from something”. She said no don’t worry about it. I’ve really enjoyed talking with you. I do have to head to work now though. We told each other how nice it was to meet and even gave each other a hug. It felt natural. We then went our separate ways. We both turned back to look at each other and smile as we got into our cars.
I continued on to Randy’s sister’s house. I had such a peaceful feeling over me. I didn’t even mind the GPS voice getting aggravated with me for having to recalculate a few more times because of my missed turns. I finally arrived and Randy happened to be sitting outside on the porch. He said “ Damn dude Where the fuck have you been? Your plane landed 4 hours ago” he laughed. He was just giving me a hard time. I walked up to him with a big grin on my face. We shook hands and gave each other a man hug. We started talking about what has been going on the past year since we’ve seen each other. The whole time I still had this huge grin on my face. He finally asked me “what’s with the big smile?” You haven’t stopped smiling since you got here. I proceeded to tell Randy about my flight in and then the coolest thing: meeting Kelly at Starbucks. He said “Man, she sounds really cool. So are you going to call her while you’re here?” When he said that I suddenly had this OH SHIT look on my face. Randy said “dude, you did get her number right?” I could not fucking believe that I forgot to ask her for her number. I ‘m such a fucking idiot. I just met the most amazing girl and I was so entranced in the moment that I forgot to ask for her phone number? Damn it!!!! My face turned a pale white and I felt a little sick to my stomach. I thought to myself “Now what?” With all the things we talked about: we never got each other’s last names either. How in the hell am I going to find her? She didn’t leave behind a glass slipper for me to take all over Wilkes-Barre to find my potential princess. I was so bummed out after that. It would weigh heavy on my mind the rest of the night.