Trouble And Money #05
I'll stay out of trouble if I can recall enough things about our first hook-up. She was lovely, smelled good, and was good in the rack. I’m meeting her in a half an hour.
Rye, New Hampshire - The Seawall
I’m sitting on the seawall near my house on Friday evening. Gator is having a great time chasing his tennis ball down to the water and returning it. He’s all heart.
Frank, god bless him, recalled specific details about the woman who came to my house with a crock pot.
Even though he was 3 quarters in the bag, he could recall in his own words…
“Boobs out to here,” as he held his hands to and substantially out from his chest.
“She was short but not too short.”
“She had long dark hair and a nice face.”
The big clue is the one for which I will forever be in Frank’s debt since he described my preferred “type.”
“She drove a white jeep with a few pink stickers on it, but I wasn’t looking at the car if you know what I mean.”
This is gold. That could only be Tammy, whom I met in a bar two weeks ago.
Frank nailed her description perfectly.
If Tammy had come to the park or I had gotten to Frank any later, his recollection would have been further off the mark.
I’m meeting Tammy at the same bar for dinner and people-watching in about a half hour.
If the evening is anything like the last time we got together, we will have breakfast at Tejadas tomorrow morning with Mimosas.
I’ll try to get to know Tammy better and ignore thoughts of Maggie at work.
That is the correct and sane thing to do.
What I recall about Tammy is that she is a paralegal, has only one small piece of ink, is funny, and is good in bed.
I also know that she is a crockpot genius with pot roast. How thoughtful.
Second meetings, mainly when the first meeting was raw, delicious passion, can be tricky.
I don’t remember much about what we spoke about, thanks to Mexican Beer, loud Karaoke, and the direction I knew we were heading.
I’ll try to get to know and appreciate Tammy, the woman, now that we’ve got overpowering urges out of the way.
We can talk degrees. I’m a Boston College Eagle after I got out of the Marines. We can discuss favorite shows, movies, sports, and ethnic foods.
I hope I don’t step on an IED with something we discussed already.
Paralegals have to have an education. She seemed bright, down-to-earth, and lovely.
I haven't figured out the little things, like where she is from, where she lives, and where she works.
It just happened, and here we are.
I plan to reach the bar before her so she can approach me, leaving the recognition issue to her.
Ain't I Grand?
Am I wrong in any way? Things like this happen.
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