It was bright olive green, actually. It matched my shirt. I'm sure the color wasn't called "bright olive green," but it was. It was beautiful. So was her sweater. And so was she.
She had that smile. The same smile. Only in person, it was ... better. Dimples!!
You all came with me, you should know. I took pictures up until the meeting because I knew I was going to tell you and I wanted you to see where I had took you.
First, I showered, shaved, trimmed my moustache and decided to take a picture to show you what I decided to wear.
I was so nervous I couldn't stop shaking the camera.
After about four blurries, I caught this one, while considering leaving my shirt untucked.
I thought better of it and tucked it in. Me and my belly headed out.
On the subway, a little girl was on a date with Batista. She had him, and other of his wrestling buddies in the palm of her hand. It was easy to see how that date was going to turn out.
First I hit a Kinkos for lamination of the bookmark.
Then a few blocks closer to Fate Central, there was a flower store.
Pretty right? and the flowers too! (Oh, my favorite neighborhood!)
So then getting closer to Fate Central I figured why not combine bookmark and flowers?
I entered Fate Central and staked out a seat. I had a view of the whole store. I'd see her before she saw me. It felt unfair, but either I have that advantage or wet myself. After a few minutes I went and got a
She arrived. She recognized me. She came to the table. She smiled that smile.
I got to my feet and I decided, "one chance at this..." So I kissed her cheek.
And I could not stop staring at her. I felt like I was doing the "therapist gaze" on her. Just watching every word tumbling out. Watching her bat her amazingly clear and deep brown eyes. I stared so hard, I could tell she was wearing contacts. Not color-contacts. Just clear. But I could tell. That's how hard I was looking. I had to consciously turn away at times for fear of giving her the creeps.
It's just that ... well, clearly her pictures were from less ... attentive times? Or it's just that the camera is CRAP for capturing the real person! And I did my best, my BEST in not gushing over her. And I succeeded. The most I said about her, to her, was that this was working out AMAZINGLY well for me. And re: her last relationship--that I wasn't mad that they were no longer together. I didn't want to seem like a leering pervert concentrating only on looks, so I didn't say anything about them. Except that I couldn't. STOP. staring.
But my God. This woman is amazing-gorgeous. Shockingly. I want to stare in her eyes some more. I mean right now.
I could go on and on, but really. When would I stop?
I'll tell you as much as you may want to know, within respect to her anonymity. Just ask.
Here, I'm just in a fog and have no idea what has just happened. The date was successful?!? How'd that happen?!? I have her PHONE NUMBER RIGHT NOW?!!? WHAT?!!?
Tell me when I should call her again! MFTD says Tues. His wife says tomorrow. I want to call her right now.
I'd better watch last night's Doctor Who and try to relax...
I have her phone number!!!