SUB " My First Date With Patricia"
intrepidpilot
My date with Patricia.
We met at a restaurant near her home in Anaheim. She was cute and
petite and well-purposed in her manner. I liked the look of her
immediately. We greeted and walked to my car. Headed to Newport Beach.
On the drive, a blizzard of thoughts rushing through my head. She
seemed somewhat aloof. Detached from the moment. First thought, "she
does not like me", she can plainly see I am a loser, and is simply
trying to make the best of it. Thought several times of making up a
pretense to turn around and take her back to her car. I mean, why put
us both through the agony of a protracted dead-end street. This was
surely a quality woman. How could she possibly be interested in a guy
like me?
55 freeway ends. We�re approaching Newport Blvd. Continuing on towards
the beach. Now on Balboa Peninsula. Decide to head for the Ferry and
buy some time. Feel her out. She is so cute and sexy. Discover
Patricia is a bona fide enterprising kind of girl. Am starting to
think, POWER TEAM here? Her stock is rising with meteoric speed.
Better close this deal fast. Could she be "The One"? We'll see.
Car crawls onto ferry. Am starting to calm down a bit from a day of
intense nervous anticipation. Feels good. Who is this girl? Am I just
kidding myself?
Observation: she is incredibly well poised. Almost unnerving. The very
definition of "being comfortable in ones own skin". I like it
enormously. My polar opposite. We continue across the Balboa ferry.
We get lucky and find a close parking spot. We get out and walk a few
feet to The Parkside Cafe. They are almost closed. We take a seat on
the patio.
Order two red wines. She looks stunning sitting across from me. Am I
really here? Doing this? With a girl like her? I try to collect
myself. Cannot choke. This is my hour. How will I handle it? So easy
to talk to. Devoid of pretense. Man, this is great! She is perfect.
Discover to my utter astonishment, she is struggling with smoking as I
am. This news is heaven sent. We light up. At last, she is vulnerable.
She is human. So cute now, I fight back the urge to just bite her! So
cute. My God, she is so cute and sexy!
We decide on two more glasses of cab, she has an unmistakable twinkle
in her eye. Seems as thrilled with me being a struggling smoker as I
her.
Walking back to the ferry, ferry is about to depart, I rush my date
onto the craft so not to miss it. We head back across the bay. On foot
& car-less. Who cares? We walk to the boat rental area. we walk down
onto the docks. It's late. They are closed. No one around. The night
sky is clear and crisp. It's June. It's Perfect. We walk to the end of
the dock walkway. Okay, here we are. She never says a word. Just like
this is supposed to happen. Instead of feeling trapped, I feel
exhilarated. She is responding so sweetly. I think I like her a lot
now. Are we in someone�s movie? I want to possess her. I will swallow
her whole.
A seabird lands on the dock, uninterested in the dynamics of human
behavior or its outcome. We watch the bird, and the bird watches us.
It's a good moment.
Stroke of genius, I decide we should climb into one of the dingys tied
to the dock. If we can get into the boat, we will in fact, be alone
together on Newport Beach's Balboa Bay. We do. We are. Now, I know
there must be cameras rolling somewhere. We are actually in a movie. A
kiss would be so perfect right now. I want to kiss her. I think she
would like to kiss me too. We don't. Savoir the moment. Discover the
only thing better than a kiss is, no kiss if it�s the right moment.
This is the right moment. We smoke a cigarette. We chat. I scoot
closer. It�s a little cool out. I am 16. She is 15. It is perfect.
It is late. Last ferry leaves at what time? We head back to the ferry
dock. Thank God, they are still running. Cab fare to the island would
have wiped me out. It is good to be headed back across the bay. My
date is snuggling closer than ever. I can smell the fresh clean scent
of her hair. I am holding her tight. She is perfect.
We reach the island. Head for my old house. Take a walk around the
island. It's late. We reach the car. Headed back to Anaheim. Give her
my ipod. She picks a few songs. She clicks to the next song without
waiting for the current one to end. Strikes me as fantastic. I do the
exact same thing. Further evidence, this may be my girl. I love that
she clicks to the next song. Only logical. I mean, you don't need to
eat the whole meal to savoir the flavor. Move on to the next delight.
Time is short. God gave us a brain. Use it. She is perfect.
Getting closer to her car. She invites me to "come to the house". Can
scarcely contain myself. A being dwelling within, of which I have
never known before uttered casual words, " yeah, love to". I could not
believe it. Was reeling from the shock. Maybe she really does like me?
Could have died and gone to heaven then and there. Unbelievable.
Roll up to my dates home. Nice digs. We get out. Stand in the
driveway. She looks at me. Does not say a word. Smiles a little. I am
confused. Did she want me to "come to the house" just to stand in the
driveway and then go home? Long pause, then. We head for the front
door. Merciful mother of god, we're going IN!
She pours 2 glasses of cab. We situate on a really comfy love seat.
Watch Boston Legal. Even watch commercials. I remark, I hate
commercials. Hate em with a passion. Why am I sitting here watching
commercials with the same intensity as an Oscar contender? Feel funny
inside. Cracks me up. Think it's my date.
Best - best part of entire (already fabulous) night - Ahh. The first
kiss. We are snuggled up so good. She moves her feet and legs so
perfectly over mine. Hard to explain. She has me. I mean. She really
has me. I turn, nose to nose. Look full into her gorgeous face. This
is it. Moment is exactly right. Peaceful. Slow motion. I kiss her. It
is soft, yet deliberate. My body and mind descend into that
indescribable butterfly zone of true bliss. She responds with
tenderness found only in the movies and memories of youth. It is
perfect. We kiss and kiss and kiss. It is now 3:00 am - time to go.
She walks me to the door. I know the first conscious thought in the
morning will be good. Very good. I go home. I wake up. Thoughts of the
night come before me as I knew they would. I am not disappointed.
Have I found my new love? I think I may have. She is perfect. She is
Patricia.
~ Roland
danger...@gmail.com
> Saturday Night, June 20th 2009;
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> My date with Patricia.
This piece has sat here for weeks and made me gitchier, so I had to do
something about it.
This is not a good place to send writing for critique. There are
groups for that.
On the whole, it is a nice, heartfelt piece. There is no plot and not
much structure; it is just a plain story of new love. Many folks will
appreciate it.
If Patricia is real, she will appreciate it more than anyone else.
Send it to her, but don't tell her you posted it to a board read by
millions (well, dozens) of people...
If you plan to do more with it, some more details about Patricia and
you. Superlatives like 'stunning', cute and sexy, perfect, are too
general. Why is she stunning? Give details: her hair, her skin, a sly
movement of the head, how her voice sounds, whatever cranks your
engine. Make us *see* her.
Dangerous Bill