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My cousin who lives in a neighboring state has been visiting her in-laws for Christmas, and her route home takes her right past my house. So I am expecting her to drop in, but shortly before she is due to arrive, I get a text saying she'll be an hour late. Everything is ready for lunch, so I switch off the gas cooker and head to the park for some fresh air and sunshine on this beautiful winter day.
As I skirt the edge of the pond, lying upon a swing-seat I behold a girl: eyes tight shut, a gentle breeze stirring her chestnut hair, a few strands of which lie across her sunlit face; asleep to the world. I stop, tiptoe to within ten feet, and shamelessly drink her in. Oh, to reach out and touch her!
I walk on a little, past some bushes, and descend the slope toward the pond's edge. A pair of ducks, disturbed by my approach, takes off across the water, loudly complaining. As I reach the shore I look back to see whether I can perhaps get the girl's attention from here; but no, she's out of sight.
As I return, whom do I see in front of me but the girl, strolling languidly along the path circling the pond. The ducks must have woken her. She glances back, sees me coming and makes brief, inviting eye contact. I am 90% sure it is the same woman. I am now five feet behind her and look briefly over my shoulder at the swing; it is indeed empty, and in motion, indicating that someone just got off. I draw level.
Not turning to look at her at all, but standing close and facing forward with her, I open thus:
The park benches in our city have all clearly been supplied by a single manufacturer, and a unique aspect of their design is that they are segmented into two by a wrought iron support in the center, such that they will seat two comfortably, or four in a very intimate arrangement. I indicate a single section with a gesture:
She's already responded to my icebreaker and I have to decide how to move things forward with her. I'm determined not to let her down!
As I skirt the edge of the pond, lying upon a swing-seat I behold a girl: eyes tight shut, a gentle breeze stirring her chestnut hair, a few strands of which lie across her sunlit face; asleep to the world. I stop, tiptoe to within ten feet, and shamelessly drink her in. Oh, to reach out and touch her!
I walk on a little, past some bushes, and descend the slope toward the pond's edge. A pair of ducks, disturbed by my approach, takes off across the water, loudly complaining. As I reach the shore I look back to see whether I can perhaps get the girl's attention from here; but no, she's out of sight.
As I return, whom do I see in front of me but the girl, strolling languidly along the path circling the pond. The ducks must have woken her. She glances back, sees me coming and makes brief, inviting eye contact. I am 90% sure it is the same woman. I am now five feet behind her and look briefly over my shoulder at the swing; it is indeed empty, and in motion, indicating that someone just got off. I draw level.
Not turning to look at her at all, but standing close and facing forward with her, I open thus:
Marty: You were in such sweet repose as I walked by... I trust my steps did not rouse you from your slumber?
SweetRepose: (turns, looks at me curiously) Where are you from?
SweetRepose: Well, I've been meaning to come here for a month or more, but never really got around to it... Today I finally took the plunge!
Marty: (smiling broadly, sidelong gaze, grasping her arm firmly) Do you normally take that long to make decisions?
The park benches in our city have all clearly been supplied by a single manufacturer, and a unique aspect of their design is that they are segmented into two by a wrought iron support in the center, such that they will seat two comfortably, or four in a very intimate arrangement. I indicate a single section with a gesture:
Marty: If you sit here together it's cozy; if you sit apart it's rather distant. I opt for cozy. (She sits. I sit on the same section and put my arm around her.)
SweetRepose: So what made you come up and start talking to me?
Marty: I saw a very pretty girl lying there so peacefully and thought, wouldn't it be wonderful if I could come sit by you, speak with you? But you'd be awfully cross if I woke you. And then, as if by magic, you came back to life...!
SweetRepose: (laughing) The last time a man approached me in a park when I was feeling lonely was in Paris...
Marty: You didn't mention anything about feeling lonely. (tongue-in-cheek) How insensitive of me not to notice!
SweetRepose: (indicating my grasp with her free hand) This is fast intimacy!
Marty: (chuckle, then look at her from the corner of my eye, very flirty, with a "seriously??" look) Well, I'm so sorry if you're not used to things happening this fast... (no attempt to move hand or change position whatsoever)
SweetRepose: (giggling) "I'm so sorry... but I'm going to continue holding your hand anyway!" Right?
Marty: (say nothing, raise an eyebrow)
SweetRepose: Of course, if you feel like you need someone to hold hands with right now, that's fine...
Marty: Oh, so I seem like I'm in dire need, now, do I? (phoney sigh) I must have it real bad...
SweetRepose: (giggling more) But if anyone we knew were to walk past, they'd assume we were "together"...
Marty: I'm not much concerned with what others assume, to tell you the truth!
Marty: I wouldn't want you to think that all I do is push things as fast as possible, then run away... (she laughs). So I really think we should get a bite to eat, or at least a coffee, some day soon.
SweetRepose: That would be very nice!
Marty: So before I forget, let me get your contact details.
She's already responded to my icebreaker and I have to decide how to move things forward with her. I'm determined not to let her down!