“Well, what do you think?”
“I liked you better before you got dressed.”
“No, silly,” blushing, “How about the dress? Will I do you proud?”
“You’d make me proud in Seattle grunge.”
Smile. “And? … Well?”
“And I couldn’t be prouder.”
“Thanks.” and a twirl. “Kiss me.” She stand still, lips puckered and waits. She hears a step, feels a hand on her back, feels his breath and finally his soft lips touch hers gently, warmly. “ooooo, wow! … Oh stop! stop! We need to get going. I’m hungry.”
She is a bit waif like. Her dress flows around her like silk. The breeze lifting to show calf and her delicate knees, but no further. It is warm and comfortable. She walks, one arm swinging, the other is to her side as if for balance. Strangers on the street give her a wide berth. She can’t seem to walk straight.
“There’s a new restaurant around the block.” she says “It looks good.”
“What do they serve?”
“Looks Persian. And tasty. I’d like to go there sometime.”
“Not today. maybe you could bring me back something tomorrow?”
“Oh, naw. No fun alone.” And she walks with a spring. As if she is never alone. She steps up to the window and orders as always, for two.
“You know, ma’am, I just don’t know where you put it all.”
She just smiles, “I’m eating for two.” and giggles.
“Well then! Congratulations!”
“It’s a boy.” She winks and giggles again. She walks away with two burgers and fries in hand.
A husky laugh follows her. “You know, I’m amazed you’re still having fun with this.” She squeels, surprised, as he gives her rear a light slap. A passing woman gives her a glare.
“It is fun, not every girl gets to date an invisible man. Kiss me.” She stands with expectant lips.
7/31/2010
