Thanks to James I finally met her. I tried to sneak a peak at her ring finger to see if she wore my mother’s ring, but I never got a good look. I’m getting ahead of my story though.
James told me he met someone that looked a bit like my mother, and that she had an interview for some Ph. D program at our university (He works at the admin office, for those of you who don’t know him). The interview was scheduled for yesterday (May 20th). So I decided to wait for her outside. I know how it sounds. The only thing I have to say for myself is that my stalker permit should be arriving this weekend.
I finally got a good look at her from across the campus. She did look a lot like the photos I have of my mother. She had the same slim figure, without being skinny. She had short light brown hair, and hazel eyes. She was however taller then I remember my mother being. Her long legs added to her height. She had beautiful hands, with slim long fingers. I thought she had a ring on, but I couldn’t tell from this distance.
I approached her slowly. She was walking my way, so it didn’t take long to catch up to her. When she saw me she stopped and smiled. I figured that was a good sign, and began to relax a little. I hadn’t realized how nervous I was.
“Hi, do you remember me from the other night?” I asked.
“Of course. You were the nice man that tried to help me out,” she replied. “It’s nice to meet you…again.”
“How did it turn out the other night? Did he give you much trouble?”
“No, not at all. He was…my cousin. He wanted something from me. Once I gave it to him he left. I’m sure he won’t be anymore trouble,” she replied. “How did you find me?”
“I have a friend that works in the admin office. He told me about your interview. How did it go by the way? Good I hope.” I smiled. She just had that effect on my.
“Yes, I think so. I guess we will see,” she said while lifting up her crossed fingers. “I have got to go, but it was really nice talking to you again.”
“How about we get together later today. I would really like to continue this conversation.” My heart was pounding waiting for her reply.
“I don’t think that is a very good idea,” she said obviously taken back. “My life is…well crazy right now. It isn’t a good time for me to start a relationship.”
“Who said anything about a relationship?” I said quickly before she could think about it. “I only mentioned a conversation.” She opened her mouth to speak again, but I cut her off. “I won’t take no for an answer. I found you once, and I’ll find you again. The way I see it you can either have a new friend or a stalker. The choice is yours.”
“That is the most interesting pickup line I’ve heard yet. Ok, but I really can’t tonight. Buy me brunch tomorrow at the café down the street at 11. See you then,” she said as she began to walk away.
“What is your name?” I shouted after her.
“Rebecca,” she said after a pause.
“My name’s…” I began to say but she cut me off.
“I know who you are. You’re not the only stalker in this friendship.”
So I won…the first date at any rate.
No comments:
Post a Comment