Scene From the Past
In A Male's Voice
*Edu Bastidas/Unsplash Photo*
I met Glynda in a photography class. She was naked as a Jaybird, from top to bottom. We were supposed to be taking photos of her from every angle, yet her beauty struck me like lightening and all I could do was to respectfully photograph her toes. She had glistening gold glitter nail polish on them and it was as if they were twinkling just at and for me. I could sense her feminine, sexy alure and it was all I could do to refrain from running up to her and kissing her, long and passionately.
After class, she asked for a ride home and was anyone going in her direction.
Although I was traveling in the opposite direction, I hastingly volunteered to give her a ride; my curiosity was at its highest peak and I felt game for anything.
The thing is, she laughed. She laughed at my lame joke attempts, laughed when it was so appropriatet to do so. And in so doing, melted my heart. I was hooked, sink, line and barrel.
As I dropped her off at her destination, smiling as if there were no tomorrow, she reached over and kissed my cheek, thanking me for that fun ride home.
I barely had time to ask her for her phone number, knowing that if I didn’t, I would have lost her, forever.
(You know, Mr. Gomez, that this was the time way before cell phones. I didn’t even know her last name!)
It was like this: the darkness fell in love with the light.
(Something Different…;)
Love and Bliss,
Ruthie