what she's really thinking

Not dinner and a movie...

2011-11-27T23:06:00.000-08:00

Heels were not made for climbing. This wasn’t the evening she had anticipated, but this was far more exciting than another dinner at some restaurant and another movie that she’d probably fall asleep watching. She hadn’t done anything like this since college, and if she remembered correctly it was freezing then too. Her leather jacket wasn’t much for warmth, but then again that wasn’t her reasoning for buying it in the first place. It had been the missing piece to her fall wardrobe, logical reasoning.

They had played rock, paper, scissors to decide who would go first. Halfway up the tower she realized climbing would be a lot easier without her three inch heels. She carefully took one shoe off and then the other, letting them fall 20 feet to the ground. He was already standing at the top, “You’ve almost made it." Thank God, she thought. She was all for being adventurous, but she had all of the cobwebs and bugs she could take. Thirteen rungs later, she had made it to the top.

Sunday Sushi

2011-11-13T22:48:00.000-08:00

She had her favorite restaurants, however sushi wasn’t on the menu of any of them. But there she was sitting in Meiji, pretending to be excited to try the coral roll- his favorite. Next time she would be upfront about her thoughts on Japanese cuisine. When it came to food the girl had simple culinary taste, she like her food fried (or in this case at least cooked). When the waiter brought their salads to the table she noticed flowers mixed in with the greens. Flowers? She loved flowers. Flowers in vases. Flowers on the side of the road. Flowers delivered to her on a special day. But flowers in her salad bowl?

The presentation of the coral roll was something to admire, a work of art. Something she wanted to take a picture of, not eat. He was loving watching her squirm as she took a bite of sushi. Was that avocado and cucumber she tasted? Oh, how she longed for a steak or hamburger.

She deserved an A for effort. Not only did she try the coral roll, but she also had a taste of the green goddess, lava, and smoked cash, and she did it with a smile. The next time they had dinner she would decide the restaurant, and sushi would not be on the menu.

Hemmingway and Coffee cont.

2011-11-11T13:31:00.000-08:00

Maybe it was the three cups of bad coffee, or the trash left on the table from a couple who had just scurried out the door, whatever it was she couldn't stay focused long enough to follow Hemmingway on his journey to Paris. She put down her book and opened her writing pad.

Staring back at her was a blank page. She idly tapped her pencil against the table as she thought about the things she wanted to write. Becoming more and more distracted she started tapping along with the Jack Johnson song playing. She looked up from her writing pad to find she had gained the attention of the other coffee house dwellers, and the attention of an Aggie fan. He had been reading the sports section of the Arkansas Democrat, probably reading the write-up on Joe Paterno. Everyone else had gone about their business, but he was still looking her way. She mouthed, "Sorry" and gave him a wink. Winking had become this involuntary reflex she picked up. She had started winking at just about everybody, the cable guy, her boss, the preacher at church, and now the stranger in the coffee house.

To make this evening more interesting the Aggie fan was now coming over to her table.
"Mind if I sit down?"
Ummm yea, she thought. Avoiding the question she turned to sarcasm, "Are you sure you want to sit by an Arkansas fan after the beating A&M took in Dallas?"
"Were we watching the same game? Arkansas got lucky in the 4th quarter, I wouldn't call that a beating." She could forget working on her book today this guy needed to be set straight. It was after all her duty as a loyal Razorback fan.

Hemmingway and Coffee

2011-11-10T14:42:00.000-08:00

Tucked away in a small coffee house she began reading The Letters of Ernest Hemmingway. The cappuccinos weren’t great but the place reminded her of Boston. It was an old brownstone settled in the historic part of town. Looking outside she could only see the orange and red leaves of the oak trees that lined the quiet street, a much better view than any Starbucks had to offer. The constant buzzing of Starbucks customers and the sound of horns honking and baristas shouting orders was the last thing she wanted to hear on this Thursday. The Tremont Tea Room had become her go-to place after a long day at work. Interrupting the sound of the barista frothing milk for a chai latte and the acoustic mix playing faintly in the background was her phone vibrating on the old wooden side table. “Sup dog?” Yes, this is how she greeted her closest of close friends. They’d usually laugh or sometimes return the ganster like pleasantry, “What up homie?”

Off the phone and back to her book she imagined Hemmingway beginning a letter to his love with “ What’s poppin’ boo”. She started laughing to herself, catching the eye of the guy leaning against the counter waiting for his coffee. Oh, if he only knew. She looked back and just smiled.

It begins here...

2011-11-09T15:54:00.000-08:00

This is a story of girl.