Shying Away....
Press Play To Listen To A-Ha "Take On Me" For The Soundtrack
I study his scally. I know its uniqueness by now. The hand sewn repair on the back. The spots on the brim that are worn down. The ice blue satin lining and dingy headband inside.
“Want to try it on and me take your picture?”
“You're being romantic aren't you?”
“Glad you noticed. It can get tough to think up what you would more than appreciate for the effort.”
“It almost sounds like I've somehow created pressure to impress me.”
“Noooooo, no, no, no, no, NO! I was romancing you; don't get sensitive on me now!”
Too late.
I really don't like it when folks feel pressure that I'm not intentionally putting there. It's on my mind now. That leads back to his question of ever being satisfied. Not from him. It's Mikey that wants me to focus that he wants to be romantic with me by reminding me of when I first studied his scally on the night we met.
I enjoyed meeting him. Too bad I'm still too uber analytic Virgo, I rather not be. Female Virgos have a bad rep, and sadly it's true to some degree. Male Virgos have it worse. But Mikey isn't a Virgo. Instead he's trying to get me to coo.
“I'm not going to get sensitive.”
“No, I can tell I made the hamster wheel turn.”
“It's nothing. That was romantic. Here's your scally back.”
“Lizett, I just meant I sometimes struggle finding ways to be fresh with getting you in to me.”
“That's working.”
“What's working?”
“What you said.”
“What did I say?”
“What you just did.”
“Remind me.”
“You forgot? Never mind.”
“No! I want to be sure what it was I said that worked so I can say it again.”
I can't help but smile.
{What about me is so redeeming he'd want me to continue being in to him?}
“You want me to be in to you.”
“That's what worked?”
“Yeah. Guys I got in to didn't want me in to them until I was over them; or it really didn't go that far.”
{Don't go back there, focus on me not on putz!}
“Their loss. You got me here with you now thinking I'm glad I wore my scally the night we met.”
“You did look very handsome wearing it.”
“I'm still in shock you thought I was being how husky I was then.”
“I seen you for you and I'm a sucker for Snow White guys with brown eyes.”
“I still get a kick out of how you think I'm a Snow White. You're the pale one, and I don't wear red lipstick.”
“You have before.”
“When!?!”
“When I didn't wear kiss proof formula. My lipstick got all over you. You forgot.”
“Maybe if you remind me a little.”
“How am I going to remind you?”
“Kiss me.”
“I'm wearing a kiss proof formula.”
“Doesn't mean we can't try to rub some off on me.”
“Why are you even interested in me Michael?”
“Can I tell you by kissing you?”
“To accentuate the point after vocally elaborating, yes you may,”
{That's what she's looking for, heh.}
“The other guys weren't much in to communicating huh?”
“No. They thought like 'good enough' and someone put it in perspective by asking me if 'good enough' was good enough.”
“I'm not really a Shakespeare to tell you sweet nothings to, but I do like you a lot.”
“That's a start. Do you think I'll lose interest in you if you don't keep things fresh?”
“You got a lot going for you even with being a little crazy in the head, I figure guys would be competing with each other to get you in to them.”
“Perhaps prior to 2005 I did, but it got very quiet after I lost my Batmobile computer, and well, I tried staying connected through my phone, but no luck. The guys from POF I let check me out really had nothing on you. You became the favorite because I met you in person first, and I wasn't one of many inbox messages for you. You took wanting me to trust you serious. Yeah you did drunk dial, but you also dialed when you weren't drunk. I appreciated that.”
“I wonder if that will ever feel like you settled.”
“With the other guys I settled, and Divine Intervention got those foos away from me! Praise be I got smart and found self worth not to wait for them to change when all that could was me.”
“So you really meant it when you called me'Average Joe Beautiful', besides think I was a guy version of Snow White?”
“Well the guys back at the Tavern could be your gang of little people, and Chrystal the Evil Queen that wanted you dead. But I did see you and thought you were beautiful. It had been a while since I looked at a man like I did when you were near. Even being cacheton (chubby cheeked) I thought you were attractive. But your scally and sideburns took you over the top.”
“And if I wear a fedora?”
“Like Sam Spade or Dick Tracy?”
“Well not like Freddy Krueger!”
“Maybe it would get me wanting to wear it.”
“You looked very pretty in your Sunday Church Hat. Beautiful actually, but you taught me calling a woman pretty gets a guy farther.”
“It gets him somewhere.”
“Lizett, I'm glad Annie looked b*tchy to you and you wanted to take cover. I don't think you imagined that night you'd be under mine.”
“No. I really was making the best of getting dragged along for Susan to meet Conner. Oh I found out why she slapped him.”
“Why she slap him?”
“He checked me out after I took my jacket off and put my hair down. He was still in to her, but it caught her off guard, because she was dressed like a woman and I looked like a tomboy.”
“And she was drunk.”
“Yeah. She feels bad that she got p*ssy like that.”
“And you were sober when we flirted.”
“You weren't.”
“I was sober on our first date when it started.”
“Nice clarification.”
“Other guys at the Tavern have checked you out and joked about what you can possibly see in me.”
“Your eyes smiled back at mine.”
“Could we test how kiss proof is your lipstick?”
“We're in public.”
“And?”
“You don't want to hide you're kissing me?”
He looks at me like he realized something before I did.
{She doesn't want to be the dirty secret girl on the side. Why would any dude want to hide her? I want the world to know she's in to ' Average Joe Beautiful' me, and those guys were ashamed she liked them. Or maybe they were ashamed they liked her.}
(To be continued....)