Most people have these really detailed and sincere memories from childhood, they remember the first time they rode a bike or the first time they kissed a girl. I can’t say that I don’t remember those things but I can say they don’t matter too much to me. What I do remember is the first time I saw her.
Stepping out of a Porsche truck, looking like one of those women that you didn’t actually see outside of Instagram or a movie. Thick hair, flawless skin, laughing at something or maybe making someone laugh. Men like me didn’t approach women like her, steel toe boots, needing to shave, only in the Galleria to change my sisters tire while she had a back seat full of bags.
Before I knew what I was doing I was walking towards her. Her shorts were short and her blouse was loose but her shape was one that told me men never stopped coming. My goal wasn’t to get her phone number or ask her out, not that day. My goal was simply to make her smile. That’s the sort of woman she was, making her smile was equilivent to another woman stripping for you.
“Hey, I’m sorry to bother you but I can’t let you pump that gas while using a cell phone. You might blow all of us up and I’m starving, I’d hate to die hungry. Let me get that for you.” Before she could stop me I smiled, swiped my card and started to pump her gas. I’m not going to lie, it killed me putting supreme in someone else’s car but I was getting my smile.
“Hey girl, let me call you back, I don’t want to blow myself up.” She smiled and threw her phone in the truck. “So I don’t know if I should thank you for the gas or thank you for saving my life.” I liked that, she was gorgeous but she didn’t take herself too seriously.
“How about we just call it even?”
“What exactly makes us even?” I couldn’t hesitate, if I said something corny she would get in her car and I’d never see her again. If I said something funny she’d chalk it up to me just being a nice guy. I needed it to be more than that, when I walked over I was happy getting a smile. Now I wanted more.
“We’re even because I’ve been working around sweaty guys all day, I skipped lunch, I had to change my sisters flat and I’m probably going to be stuck in traffic but I got to chat with your pretty ass for a minute or two so all this was worth it since it got me here.”
As I talked I never took my eyes off of her. When she didn’t look away I knew I had a chance.
“You’re far too good with words Mr. Stranger to look so scruffy. My name is Cece and I have the pleasure of talking to…”
“I’m Adam.” Putting the gas pump back, trying not to stare at her neck and lips I knew this would be my only chance.
“Look, I’m really not looking forward to getting in this traffic, in thirty minutes it’ll die down. Why don’t you come have a drink with me? I’m not exactly dressed for Morton’s but Grand Lux will have me. If you don’t drink, let me buy you a couple of cookies.” I could see the wheels turning in her head, I was expecting her to say no, I’d already accepted that.
“I’ll follow you but just so you know, I may drink you under the table scruffy.”
And just like that, that’s how it started. That was the beginning of the rest of my life, that was the beginning of the greatest love story that would ever be told.
To be continued…