Romance?
Me?
Cupid's
arrows were going to have to be Grim Reaper broadheads shot from a 70
lb. bow to reach my heart. Nothing less. The last time I was
vulnerable to a woman, I was transfixed as she slowly morphed into an
angry incredible hulk whose destruction tentacled to family and
friends. No sir. Not again, at least for a long while. My heart was
in a self-made Ft. Knox. Romance? Me? You've got to be kidding!
I
guess you saw that didn't you? Those past tense references. I had
made a granite-hard resolve not to be swayed by another sweet breeze
that might blow into my life promising to carry me away to her
relationship fairy tale. My head said one thing, however, my heart
another. I'm a big softie. I try to be a man's man, but, to be
honest, I'm not sold on the man's man image pushed in the media.
I'm
a romantic, having always believed life is to be shared. And until my
experience with the angry hulk morphing female (I shan't name her
for fear of reprisals in my dreams), I always had decent luck with
romance. I am a quiet guy who lives in the mountains and enjoys
simple pleasures like home cooking, a good book by a warm fire or
rocking on my front porch watching the sunset. I would be a poster
boy for FarmersOnly.com. There is nothing comparable to experiencing
the mountains--waterfalls, streams, meadows full of wildflowers,
early settler's cabins, quiet walkways that lead to fifty-mile
views. I value those places, and I'm pleased to share them with the
right girl. And, even though they seem in rare supply today, I did
meet one. And believe me, I wasn't looking. As a matter of fact, I
was doing everything I could to stay away from romance. I worked a
lot, hiked, and hung out with friends.
The
first time I saw her, I was smitten. My stomach flip-flopped and felt
like a swarm of hummingbirds moved in. A wave of heat washed over me,
and for some reason I felt very conspicuous. My mind swirled into a
vortex leading toward a black hole that swallowed all rational
thought. Sophie, as she would later introduce herself, had beautiful
raven, shoulder-length hair and big brown inviting doe eyes. She
moved with a quiet elegance as she made her way to the table just to
my right. I couldn't tell that she wore makeup, and I would have
sworn an aura of light surrounded her. Yes, I was smitten.
She
and a female friend seemed to float into the quaint, comfortable
little mom and pop sandwich shop where I was eating. Not having eaten
all day, I tried to be civil as I ate my sandwich. Conscious of not
looking like a stalker, it took everything in me to stay focused on
my food.
When I did catch her gaze,
I tried a small smile, but with a mouth full of chicken sandwich it
felt more like a mule-sized grin. I was so caught off guard, a
head-nod was all I could muster.
I
was several bites into my sandwich when she looked at me, "what did
you order, if you don't mind me asking? We're trying to decide
what we might like."
Amazingly
enough with such a simple question, looking at her, I chewed slowly
as my brain furiously searched the farthest reaches of my mind in
vain for words. As I started to answer, I almost choked on the bite I
had tried to swallow. She watched with concern as I coughed and
gagged, red-faced. I coughed some more, anger and embarrassment
rising like a mushroom cloud inside me.
"You
ok?" Her concern was genuine and relaxing.
I
regressed to stumbling thoughts and, clearing my throat one final
time, just nodded and took another sip of water.
"Would
you join us?" She asked quietly. Seeing she was serious, her
question burst into my auditory synapses like a bomb. This couldn't
be happening. I had just convincingly proven my social ineptitude,
convulsing and barely escaping choking on a piece of chicken under
the gaze of the most beautiful woman I had ever met, and she asked me
to join her? Her gaze was hypnotic and there was no looking away. I
sat entranced, my resolve and prickly thoughts of fiendish motives
flashed like lightening through my mind. Yet my heart screamed "Yes,
you idiot! This beautiful woman asked you a question! The answer is
Yes! Yes!"
Robotically,
I moved over to their table. introductions were made, and normal
quiet dinner conversation resumed. Food had been finished for a while
before we prepared to leave. Getting up, I threw a hail Mary, "Could
I see you again?" I surprised myself at the sudden outburst, and
simultaneously kicked myself for blurting it out.
"I
think I would like that," wafted back as she looked at me. Once
again, those eyes found their way deep into my soul and any resolve
of keeping my heart protected from a sweet breeze melted like
chocolate fondue.
We
had our first date, then another, and another. I showed her my
favorite hikes, meadows and quiet walks. We shared dreams, fears,
long drives and sitting on the porch of my cabin talking about life.
That
was ten years ago. I asked her to marry me at Abrams Falls while on a
hike. Her response was "I think I would like that...very much."
She now sits in the chair opposite me reading by the fireplace,
glancing up occasionally to see if I've fallen asleep. I love her.
No question about it. She completes me. We still hike in the
mountains, walk in the warm summer rain holding hands, ride the
parkway along the ridge of the mountain and stare into the
star-blanketed sky. Feigning sleep, I mentally pinch myself as I look
her way.
Romance?
Me? You bet!
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