By Riggs
Date: 8 November 2000
White Rum & Revelations
She wasn't beautiful. Not in a traditional sense. But she glowed. She still does. There is no single word to describe it. Supercharged vitality......on speed. She saw me staring at her at a party. SHe walked over looking like she recognised me. "Do I know you?" she asked. I shook my head dumbly. She stuck her hand out. "I'm Becky Steele."
I shook it. "I am the walrus."
Internally I winced and stifled a groan. Not just any groan mind you, this was a proper groan that started in my throat and ended up echoeing around my stomach. Shit!!! Just when i needed a good line John Lennon deserts me. Bastard..no wonder they shot you.
She looked confused as though she wasn't sure if I had just made the crappiest joke in the world or if I was taking the piss out of her. I tried again. "My name's Marty." I grinned.
She smiled back. AHA!!! all was not lost. But you never can tell with these older women. We made small talk while I tried not to stare at her breasts. I can't tell you why they fixated me so. Truth be known they were rather unremarkable breasts. Nevertheless, fixate me they did. I'm quite sure that at some point she must have realised that my complete and full attention was not on what she was saying. Eventually I decided to look at her eyes instead. It seemed safer. I seemed like such a good idea until I tried it. Straight away I wished I hadn't because she had the most captivating brown pools I had ever seen. Lively with a trace of melancholy around the edges. It had been easier to pull my eyes away from her chest than it was to pull them away from her eyes.
We drank too much and laughed a lot. Eventually we ended up sitting on the roof of my car drinking from a bottle of white rum. I had nothing worthwhile to say and so said nothing. Cursing my tied tongue I lay back on the roof and stared at the sky. There were no stars. I felt her lie back beside me. Eventually she spoke. "Why were you staring at me earlier?"
"I'm not sure," I said carefully.
"There were prettier girls than me there."
"No."
She propped herself up on an elbow and stared at me. "What do you mean no?"
I was silent contemplating my response. She rolled over until she was straddling me and poked me in the stomach. It hurt. "Well?" she said.
I sighed. "You have a light in you somewhere. It's like when you're around you are the only one in sharp focus and everything else is just a blur."
I paused unable to decide what shocked me the most. The fact that I had just come up with such a line, or the fact that it was true and I had meant every word.
She kissed me then and I don't think I've ever been quite the same since.
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