Her eyes are hazel. I thought they were blue. I notice this as she picks at the spicy chicken sandwich that the restaurant doesn..t make. She tells me a sad story of heartbreak and sorrow and the person that caused them and then lays her head down into her hands. She says her contacts hurt but I believe otherwise. There..s a visible change in her demeanor when telling the story and she becomes distant. I think this is about where the day shifted. And it all began so promising. We were pirates!
With an excitement of Halloween festivities riding on the waves of light slipping through her blinds the day is started early in hopes of getting to my apartment before the cable guy arrives. This was of utmost importance on the day..s agenda since the previous two schedulings had fallen through and my need for mindless entertainment alone in a dark room was becoming unbearable. I slept awful and was already up well before she had been, just waiting for the right time to give her the wake up nudge. Apparently I was too late because by the time I had woken her up and she had finished getting ready to leave, we were already past the time that the cable guy could show up. Then again, that was a very broad window and how many cable guys show up at the beginning of their window?
This one did. No not really. That would be dramatically convenient if he had though. He could have been waiting at the door and pissed off at us and the world for not being perfect. We could have tried to make the man smile with our extreme costumes and been unsuccessful as the guy made snide remarks about our intelligence level or immaturity. But he didn..t. Nope, he was a pretty nice guy and kept smiling at her shyly as he tried hard to not look at her breasts when we spoke to him. But let..s face it, there was no escaping that with this tight pink wench costume busting at the seams in front of him the alluring presence that was donning it. But at least he was shy about it.
When the cable guy smiled his way out the door and back into his van, we set sail to the world bank to retrieve some booty that she had.. been given. I know, not so pirate-like, but what did you expect? Stolen goods? We aren..t really pirates. You may have guessed so the way we stormed in, opened our pirate map and surveyed the area, but in reality, we..re not pirates. The sword in my cane wasn..t even real. And my bag of gold schillings: just pennies. The people in the bank knew right away and smiled at us and I felt very inadequate, pirate-wise because of their reactions. I decided I would be more serious about my character in the next establishment we visited that sunny Halloween afternoon.
There was a brewery within walking distance from the bank that we decided to venture to. I kept the scruffy voice throughout the introductions and seating but once we ordered I took my beard off and started talking normal. She knew exactly what she wanted but the item was not on the menu. She requested her special order and we sat and talked before the food came. I don..t remember what was said but there wasn..t really anything disagreeable that stood out. Nope, that didn..t come until she started talking about Nathan. Nathan! And hey, it..s not like we..re together so it wasn..t the fact that there was a Nathan that made my heart drop a little. She had invited him to the Broncos game. The Broncos game that her and I went to together. So that meant that I was second, or third, or fourth, who knows how low? That doesn..t really matter. What mattered was that she told me I wasn..t her first choice for the Bronco game. But my heart only dropped a little. And she proceeded to complain about the way he had dissed her. Then my heart dropped a lot. Apparently they hadn..t spoken in awhile. She called him but the calls weren..t returned. He had a party and she wasn..t invited. And, though she attempted to exude nonchalance, I could feel her scorn.
But my heart dropped even lower later on that night when the boy oddly called her and she, not-so-reluctantly, answered and talked a bit with him as I lay searching for a haunted house for us to go to. We ended up not going but went to Target instead (I know I know, but it was fucking cold). At Target we kind of split and did our own shopping and met back at the register. While she continued shopping I waited on a bench next to a woman that would not look at me. When her friend came out she stood up and started to walk in the opposite direction without ever turning back for even a glance at the pirate that sat next to her. Her friend was a larger woman and was wearing a very short dress. Her black panties were engulfed between monumental cheeks and though I was disgusted, I couldn..t pull away. I decided to look at some movies while I waited and made sure to text her my location.
..You ready to go.., is what she said when she found me. Then she slighty smiled and averted her attention towards the door.
Something had definitely changed. And I wasn..t sure if it was her or me. I tried to pretend it hadn..t, but it had. She told me she wanted me to drive her home so that she could hang out with a friend of hers that was leaving for some foreign country the next day and so I did. I didn..t think about it much that drive home, or even that night when I lay my head down. It wasn..t until that morning after as I shivered in my car waiting for it to warm up that I realized I was hurt. I liked her. And I guess, despite the warnings, I thought she may have felt as I did. But then again, I also thought her eyes were blue.
