The drama of speed dating and a beautiful end

I remember the time when I was 31 years old, doing things young man do, and being as foolish as ever. I ran across a beautiful lady who looked my age. She had a brown grey coffee bean skin tone with a hint of red pinto beans, a very small waist and very endowed gluteus maximus. I remember her height being about 5'7 ft and just 2 inches shy from mine. Dana was her name. She was wearing a black tight jogging suit which made it so obvious that she had been going to, or just finished some sort of physical activity. She said she had gotten destructed into the giant Best Buy electronic store by the huge billboard on top of the stores huge building. It was calling her name to detour in. Where the gods miraculously delaying me in the store for her arrival? I was the first person she spoke to when she ‘not so hurriedly walked in’.

“I am looking for a DVD player” She softly spoke as she browsed the electronics in front her. Her eyes, large and semi round, focused on the wrong isle. Her voice was the only softest thing about her, her body was sculpted firm.

‘I believe DVDs are on the other side milady. I don't work here but I do shop here daily, ha haaa ” I said to her and laughed at myself at the same time while smiling. I could see her smile too, bringing both her lips slightly forward and then swishing them back while graciously tilting her head to the right in submission to my susggestion.

“Hmm, really?” She cooed and followed me at my gesture, leading the way to where the DVDs section was. She didn't buy any DVD that day, but I was very happy to exchange numbers with her. I called her roughly four hours later and relayed my thoughts that I was madly thinking about her.

“I want to know if you are a witch?” I asked

“ Why do you say that?”

“I believe you cast a love spell on me today?’’

“ I could be a witch, you could never know. Don’t ever speak to strangers. Didn't your father teach you that?” I could feel her smiling even though I couldn't see her on the phone. There were no face to face home phones back then in 2005

One thing that struck me was that she spoke of a father teaching me not to speak to strangers. This was a first. In America, many people always say “didn't your mother teach you this or that? I had ran across a daddy’s girl.

“lets do this quick” I said.

“Good, lets do it” she responded

“Where are you from?” I asked

“Chicago”

“Where do you work”

“I fly for North West, not as a pilot, but I feed people in the plane and I help them stay calm, serve them drinks and even clean up puke when they get air sick, haa ha ha” She laughed loudly

“You got jokes, I see” I paused… without words. Because of the light flu I had, I was breathing in the old phone, whizzely and softly holding back sniffles. My phone was one old embellished handset that I had purchased from Gary, the antique odds and ends dealer on Memphis central avenue.

“Are you done interrogating me ?”

“ How old are you?” I continued.

“ As old as your mother” she responded. “Why does that matter?”she added

Pause…..

“Any more questions?” she asked.

“Are you sleeping with anyone at night?” I bluntly asked

“ Yes, Jesus”

“I am an atheist”

“I don't care, I was a Muslim once” she countered.

“ So, you are not afraid of me at all? I asked.

“Nope, should I be afraid ? But I know you are going to hell when you die. Its in the scriptures. The you is the emphasis here, not the me.”

“I still like hell, I like to descend in it for a thousand years and party without sleep. But you, you will be feeding goats in heaven and drinking goat milk for breakfast, that’s kinda boring for me” I responded.

“Coffee tomorrow, at Starbucks? ” I added after my rant..

“Which one?, oh and , I fly to Amsterdam tomorrow, back Thursday’’

“So Friday?”

“I will call you”

“Ok”