it was my first trip to n.y.c. i slept in. arriving too late at the airport, i begged to be added to the next flight and stated the obvious, that there was "only one of me". i got a seat.
finally landing at la guardia, he greeted with me with a beaming smile and open arms. i remarked to him that there were lots of "odd-looking" people in new york. he said they were all from new jersey...
it turned out to be a damp, cool weekend in may. going out for dinner in a strapless dress was more than daring - it was just too cool. he gallantly loaned me his jean jacket. heading back through the slick, wet streets of manhattan carrying both me and an umbrella, he sang "don't cry for me, argentina" in his comedic off-tune way. we stayed up late, laughing and listening to music.
looking like two dead ducks the next morning and somewhere near the crack of noon, we visited the planetarium only to fall asleep on each other during an einstein flick.
naturally there were other trips to meet, but this was the first and the most memorable. and every so often on a rainy day i remember him with a smile.
:)
~claire~ |
