The First Time, Ever I Saw Your Face

[Fly_on_the_Wall]

OOC:Sorry, Cats, this is a closed thred between my lady and I. It is when we first met, what happened and what may have happened.
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IC: I hurried out of my car and quickly walked up the steps to the first door. Rain is lightly falling, but I hardly notice. No, I won't let a little thing like the weather bring me down. I grab the knob. Damn, locked, now what? As I jogged to the next set of doors, I thought about J. We had talked on the phone a few times, but this would be the first meeting face to face.

What would she look like? Would she find me interesting? Would I make an idiot of myself? These and other qustions raced through my head. So many dates that went nowhere, Was there reason to think this time would be different?

Reaching the second, and last set of doors, I reached for the handle. Son of a bitch! Just my luck, the place I picked to meet is closed. Now what?

I make my way back to my car, when suddenly I spot a tall, beautiful red-haired woman swiftly making her way to the first set of locked doors. She is putting on her lipstick as she goes.

I accelerate my pace and come up behind her just as she reaches for the door. "Grrrr", I hear her reply. "J, I think, hi I'm E", I exclame....

 

[Honey_B]

J-

A swipe of cinnabar on my lips, the exact color of my hair. Snap the lipstick case closed just as I reach the door. I slide the container into the pocket of my navy blazer, feeling its silk lining with my fingers. Strange the things you notice when you are painfully nervous.

I reach out a hand and "Grrrr," I let out a growl. The doors are locked!

"J, I think, hi I'm E," a male voice said behind me. "Great first impression," I say under my breath. The first sound this man has ever heard my utter in person is my animalistic growl of frustration.

"Hello, I am J-," I say, plastering a confident smile on my face. I reach out my hand, hoping he will take it and not run away from the growling crazy lady.

 

[Fly_on_the_Wall]

E

I take her preoffered hand and shake it. "Well, looks like this place is closed, how about going somewhere else", I ask.

The woman standing before me is even more gorgeous up close than from afar. She is wearing jeans and a navy blazer which makes me feel stupid for not wearing a coat myself. I can't help but notice her jeans are worn just below the zipper, expossing her panties, hmmm...Get your mind out of the gutter! I tell myself.

"There is a Big Boy's over there", I motion with my hand, pointing down the srteet. She tells me she knows a better place, so we get back into our separate cars and I follow her.

While driving, I am humbled by the fact that she is driving a brand new Dodge Intrepid, as I follow in my three year old Plymouth Neon. She is probably way out of my league, I tell myself.

 

[Honey_B]

J

How many times do you get a minute to yourself to reflect on a first meeting like this as I drove the short distance. I had time to reconcile the image I had created in my mind and the true person I had just met.

Impressions, first impressions... blue eyes, a deep clear color much bluer than my own; impossibly long lashes for a man; sandy blond hair; a goatee, a shame that he covered an adorable dimpled chin. He was tall, but then again so was I. He stood about four inches taller above my height.

I turned my car into the parking lot of the large bookstore. Glancing in my rearview mirror, I smiled as I saw his car turn in too. My nerves settled as I opened car door and got out. This place was practically my second home and I silently hoped he loved to read.

 

[Fly_on_the_Wall]

E-

I followed her as she turned into the parking lot of a large, well known bookstore. Well, I thought, as I parked my car, she must enjoy reading.

I vacated my car and made quick strides towards her car, which was parked to my left. "Where are we going?", I asked. "To have coffee", she replyed. I then realised the bookstore contained a coffee shop inside it.

At the counter, we placed our orders and she voulentered to pick up the tab. I breifly protested, but she informed me it was her treat because I drove a long way to meet her. I learned long ago never to argue with a woman!

We sat down at a table that was right in the center of the store. In generations past, couples would share a malt at Woolworths at the counter somewhere between children's clothes and the shoe department. These days, the bookstore coffee shop was the closest thing to a soda fountain we had, dime-stores having gone the way of the pasenger pigion.

"So", I began, "What kind of music do you like?" I figured I would start off with the standered small talk. The kind you say when you are feeling shy and want to open off with a subject you're comfortable with.

 

[Honey_B]

"I'm afraid even my parent's think my taste in music is old-fashioned. I don't really care much for music made after 1950," my eyes got a little misty remembering the summers I had spent with my grandparents, listening to their old scratchy records; Count Bassie, Duke Ellington, Lady Day. I shook my head of the nostalgic cobwebs. "How about you, E?"

As he droned on about alternative bands that I would never listen to, I took the opportunity to study him further. He talked with a smooth confidence and used his hands when he talked. In fact, he used his whole body to express himself which I did not like so much. Perhaps he was just nervous. God knows I was.

"Yes," I suddenly said, realizing he had just asked me if I came here often. I commented upon how much time I spent in the store browsing through books on all subjects and buying way too many of them. I asked E what was the last book he had read, a question designed to shed a little light onto the type of person he was.

 

[Fly_on_the_Wall]

E

"The last book I read was titled 'Stress', by Loren Estaleman. It's about Detroit after the riots of 67, actually it takes place in 1970." I answered. "One of my favorite subjects is the City of Detroit", I continued. After going on for a few minutes, I realised I hadn't let her get a word in. "I feel like I'm monopalising the conversation", I finished.

 

[The_Roxy_Chick]

J

"Your right," I thought. Instead, I said, "No, not at all. I find all of this fascinating. You'll find I don't know much about our fair city. Local history has never really interested me before. Seems I know more about ancient Rome than Detroit." I laughed, covering my smile with my hand, a nervous habit I suppose.

 

[Honey_B]

OOC: GRRRR! I hate when I post under the wrong name. The_Roxy_Chick is of course me.

 

[Fly_on_the_Wall]

E

I am intriged by this beautiful woman sitting across from me. I want to get to know more about her. I suspect she is kind of shy, because she keeps putting her hand over her face drawing attention to her mole under her nose.

"So, tell me a little about your interests,J"......

 

[Honey_B]

J

"God, I hate questions like that. This is not a job interview," I smiled, seeing that I had embarrassed him. "Thank you for showing an interest in my interests, though. Let's see, what didn't I tell you about during our phone conversation. I'm interested in whatever interests me. I suppose that's why I love to travel, it is my greatest passion. I know what your next question is going to be. The answer is Italy. I've only been there twice, but I relished every second, Rome especially. Layers upon layers of history, I couldn't get enough. The food, the art, the architecture, the men," I stop and raise an eyebow and then glance at my watch. I had vowed to keep this meeting brief come what may. "I'm awfully sorry, but I need to get going."

 

[Fly_on_the_Wall]

E

Now why is she wanting to end this date so soon? Could it be she has someone else lined up? Maybe she isn't interested in me. Did I say something that was offensive? So many questions racing through my brain.

"Do you have to leave so soon?", I ask. "I would like to take you to get something to eat. Are you by chance hungry?", I conclude.

While I wait for a reply, I look at her aqua color eyes. She certainly has some fine features. Her lashes bat playfully at me, the warmth in her smile tells me she's not a player. I sesnse she is looking to settle down. Now, the question is, will I get an extension?

 

[Honey_B]

J

"No, I'm sorry I really have to run," I said firmly.

The hopefulness in his question was not lost on me, however. "I'm so glad I had a chance to meet you, E. I hope we can get together again," I said, intending to give him a chance to ask me out again.

 

[Fly_on_the_Wall]

E

Noticeing that she wants to meet again is a very good sign, I think. Maybe she is just being polite. Just the same, I want to have another date with her.

"Would you like to get together again, maybe next week?" I ask, eagerly waiting for her reply...

 

[Honey_B]

J

"You've made me an offer I can't refuse," I say in my best Marlon Brando impression which sounds exactly like a woman doing a Marlon Brando impression. We both laugh, the tension lifts from E's face a little. "How about Saturday?" I say in my very own voice. "Give me a call. I'll be waiting." The parting calls for a handshake, but I lean forward and kiss E on the cheek, letting my lips linger for a split-second too long. He walks me to my car and I'm off.

 

[Fly_on_the_Wall]

E, Next Saurday Night...

All day I eagerly waited for the evening to arrive. Earlier, I found myself going to the mall and buying a new shirt just for my hot date tonight.

I drove my roomate Ed crazy by repeatedly asking him how I looked. Finally, he told me to calm down and stop pacing around, as I was wearing a grove in the floor and driving him batty.

I had called J and we agreed to meet at a trendy local coffeehouse. I was running late and hopped she would not be too upset. Of coarse, the closest parking space was four blocks away, unless you count the handicap space just around the corner. Since I refussed to take up such a spot, I chose the spot four blocks away and ran all the way to the coffeehouse.

Much to my supprise, J was nowhere in sight. I thoroughly looked around the busy joint, but she was nowhere to be seen. Hmm, I hope she didn't leave.

I walked to the outdoor patio, and sat at a table and waited. For what seemed like eternity, but was probably closer to five minutes, I saw her hurrying down the street. She had on a long brown trenchcoat and her hair was down. Wow, what a beautiful sight! "Hello J," I called out as she sat down across from me...

 

[Honey_B]

J

Damp air made my hair curl, I was fifteen minutes late for my date, and I couldn't find a parking spot. Exasperated wasn't the word for it! The possibly of a ticket didn't seem so bad as I created my own slightly illegal place to park. I scooted out of my car and hit the pavement at a fast walk, almost run. The minutes ticked by as I made my way down the crowded sidewalk. Finally, Brazil's came into sight. I saw E immediately, patiently waiting at a sidewalk table. Too embarrassed for words, I slipped off my coat. Luckily I noticed my chair was damp before I sat down. I swabbed the seat with a napkin and sat down.

Time for an apology. "I'm sorry I'm late, I couldn't get away from work early enough," I said blowing a curl out of my face. "I like your shirt, by the way." I looked around the almost deserted patio area. "You must be feeling brave. Don't you think it might rain again?"

 

[Fly_on_the_Wall]

E

Beautiful. Stunning. Graceful. Ravishing. These were the words I would use to describe the woman sitting across from me. Her burgundy colored hair flowed freely from her head. Blue eyes on her face shined. Top it all off with her red, radiant lips, I instantly wanted to kiss.

J wore a white button down blouse, a peticular turn-on for me. I longged to reach across and touch. I yearned to feel her body pressed against mine, to touch, feel and taste.

Back to reality, must not let her catch on to my feelings. "I don't think its going to rain," I replied in my optimistic voice. "Thanks for the compliment about my shirt, buy the way. I just bought it today."

After a breif silence, I asked "Would you like to try some black bean dip with tortellas? They are very good here."

 

[Honey_B]

J

"Why not," I said, not really caring what we ate. I couldn't believe the way E was looking at me. I felt uncomfortable and aroused at the same time. The man seemed to have an effect on me. Suprising since I barely knew him.

Changing the subject, I remarked, "I haven't been here in a couple of years, but I love the smokeshop next door."

E looked surprised. "Do you smoke?"

"No, not cigarettes, but would you believe I smoke the occasional cigar. Smokey's has some with a wonderful vanilla flavor." As I spoke, I toyed with the pendant that hung around my neck. It was a gold disk with arabic writing, my name actually. I saw his eyes watching my fingers. I let go and it fell, snuggling in the hollow between my breasts.

 

[Fly_on_the_Wall]

E

Watching her play with the necklace, I was half listening when she said she enjoyed an occasional cigar. This caught me off guard. "You've been known to smoke a cigar at times?" I asked, trying not to sound too suppriesed. "I wouldn't have guessed it unless you told me," I added.

We were interupted by the arrival of our waiter. I placed our order of black bean dip, as well as two cappuchinos for us to sip while we conversed.

As the waiter left, I waited for her to respond. J was sure more of a quieter person then I was.

"So, where did you end up parking?" I asked after a short silance.