Sunday, March 08, 2009
And she looked at me.
"I'd love to see you again, if that's possible."
"Me too. But, you know, I can't really go out with a guy that's, say, ten years older than me."
I so desperately wanted to see her again. But I hesitated, not wanting to let her know my age.
I could simply hold my silence and I'd get to see her again. My heart, clamouring oh so loudly for her. There was just something about her that I found fascinating, something magical...
And so I had to deceive her. But could I?
"Listen, there's something you need to know... You're probably, what, 16? And I, I thought maybe it wouldn't be an issue, but I need to tell you... I'm 25, going on 26."
A momentary silence. "I just thought you should know."
She looked at me pointedly. "Do you really want to go out with me?"
"Yes. Yes, absolutely, I would love to."
She smiled. "I knew it."
"Knew what?"
"That you were much older than me."
"Really? I thought I still looked quite young... aww shucks." She laughed at my embarrassment. "I know I should be feeling disappointed, but oddly enough, I don't."
"And why is that?" Her eyes twinkling at me.
"Because that means you still wanna go out with me."
"Really! And who said I ever wanted to go out with you?" She pouted.
"You did, you gorgeous thing you."
And then she tiptoed right into my arms. Sheer ecstacy, the likes of which had never crossed my mind, filled my entire being.
"I have a confession to make, too. I'm not as young as you think I am."
"No, really? I'd never have guessed." She leaned toward my ear, whispering, "I'm 21."
"And I'm happy."
She nestled her head in my shoulder as I closed my eyes.
I was happy.
Runnin' away, you can't pretend...
2:36 PM
