The beauty stops by
I saw The Beauty tonight after a long absence, several years, interrupted by one brief lunch.
She and I were talking about love, love lost, love found, and I told her about this blog, although not the name or how to find it. I told her stories of my recent encounters and
"You're not the boy I knew."
"I know. I grew up."
"I liked that boy."
"I did too."
"You had such a crush on me."
"I know. I was a puppy."
"It was beautiful, I didn't think anyone like you could have a crush on me" mental note - absolutely fucking beautiful women have self doubt too.
"You knew the whole time?"
"Of course I did. Remember when we went up to that cabin?"
"Of course I do." I posted it here. I remember it well.
"You were so nervous, it was so cute. You had me on such a pedestal. I remember sitting on the couch and you just talking and talking and talking. What did I say to you? 'Do you want to sleep with me?'"
"I'm pretty sure you said 'It's really cold in my bedroom. Come and cuddle with me, and keep me warm tonight.'"
"Really?" She laughed at me, and herself.
"Not that I remember it verbatim or anything."
We spoke some more about my ascent from timid boy to bad man, about how she missed the boy but was impressed with the man. Any validation I'd ever sought was there, summed up in that moment.
"I hope that that weekend we had was in some way instrumental."
"Honey, that's what started it all off. That weekend is what gave me the ability to seduce The Cuban. And after that, well, that's how it all came to be."
She seemed pleased with that. We talked for awhile longer, about her lover, my sadistic urges, and on and on and on for five hours. Eventually, I told her I had to get dinner (it was 11 o'clock) and that she should walk me there. She took me by the arm, and we walked down the street to my destination. A few doors away, she realized friends of hers were bartending, so she gave me a kiss and a hug and said goodbye. And then we started talking a little more, and another hug, another kiss, and I considered things for all of one split second before disentangling myself, smiling, and walking away. She'll always have a place in my heart, and I'll always have a place in hers. That'll be enough.
Comments
Now that is the BEST kind of life moment. Old friends/lovers remembering great times together while still moving on with their lives. I love those kinds of encounters and happy that you had one with her.
Posted by: Melanie | August 29, 2007 7:32 AM
That was a well-told story. I too, am glad you had a chance to have one of those life moments...the kind I seem to be seeking more and more these days. And for me too, learning how to reminisce while still moving forward has been a tough process (after breaking up with an ex 2 years ago)...
Posted by: soundbyte | August 29, 2007 2:01 PM
I loved the Beauty story... well-written, poignant and hilarious.
Posted by: Z | August 29, 2007 5:00 PM
nice, very nice. love the memory, the feeling of time and place.
Posted by: max | September 21, 2007 1:49 PM