a
smile. Her winks always do a number on me. It made me weak in the knees, but
her beauty took my breath away. She has on a pair of skinny jeans that sit low
on her hips and a semi-see through blouse. I can see her barely there lace bra.
God, she's beautiful. We stand there, me outside the door and her inside the
door staring at each other.
"Hi, pretty
girl," I said with a smile.
"Hi,
yourself," she replied.
"Are you ready
for our date?" I asked.
"Let's do
this," she responded. She locked the door and I grabbed her hand once it's
free. "You look beautiful tonight," I said before kissing her hand.
She blushes and
says, "Thank you. You look quite handsome tonight too." I learned
from Marissa that Rebel hasn't been on a lot of dates and I don't want to make
her nervous by taking her to a fancy restaurant. I opted to take her to a
quaint bar and grill. We're sitting at a booth and decide to do have
cheeseburgers with the works and draft beer. As we wait for our meal I ask her
questions.
"So, Rebel,
tell me what your parents are like."
She squirms in her
chair and takes a deep breath, "I never knew my father. I've never met
him."
"What about
your mom?" I asked.
"I'm
embarrassed to talk about my mother," she replied.
"Why?" I
asked.
"It's
embarrassing to tell someone your mother is an alcoholic and drug user,"
she replied quietly.
"Why are you
embarrassed? Your mother's actions don’t reflect who you are. That's all on her
and her choices. I know enough to know that is not you," I said.
"Thank you for
that," she said.
”Do you have any
siblings?” I asked.
“I have a little
sister, Bailey. She’s eight years old and the love of my life,” she replied
enthusiastically. I could tell she was close to her sister and that she loved
her very much. There was a sparkle in her gorgeous eyes. She became animated as
she talked about Bailey and it made me fall deeper for her.
"Tell me,
Rebel, what do you want in life, in a guy, in a relationship?" I asked.
“I’m looking for
someone who really loves me. Someone who can see what a mess I can be, how
moody I can get, and how hard I’m to handle, but still wants me in their life,”
she honestly said.
“Love doesn’t have
to be perfect, Rebel. It just needs to be true. Love means that you accept a
person with all their failures, stupidities, ugly points, and nonetheless you
see perfection,” I said.
“Now, that’s very
poetic and insightful of you,” she playfully said.
“I try, but
seriously we are not given a good life, or a bad life. We are given a life,
it’s up to us to make it good or bad,” I said.
“Umm…you lost me
there. Weren’t we just talking about what I’m looking for in a guy? In a
relationship?” she asked. This girl is the total package. She’s beautiful,
smart and she has a heart of gold. There is so much to her than what meets the
eye. She is so insightful and deep that it will take me years to uncover
everything that makes her unique. I thought I was into her when we first met,
but now I know not only am I into her, I’m falling for her. What makes her
unique is she has no clue how special she is.
“What I’m trying to
say is a person who truly loves you will never stop believing in you and will
never let you go, no matter how hard the situation is,” I replied.
“Enough about me tell
me what your parents are like?” she asked.
“I lost my parents
when I was a little boy,” I replied.
“I’m so sorry,” she
whispered and her eyes welled with tears. I reach across the table and squeeze
her hands.
“It happened a long
time ago. I made peace with it. I was actually raised by my grandmother,” I
said reassuring her that I was fine.
“Well, then tell me
about your grandmother,” she said.
“My grandmother is
a warm, ornery lady and I love her to pieces. She’s tall and regal with
silver-blue hair. She was both mother and father to me. She is my inspiration.
It’s because of her that I’m a tattoo artist,” I
smile. Her winks always do a number on me. It made me weak in the knees, but
her beauty took my breath away. She has on a pair of skinny jeans that sit low
on her hips and a semi-see through blouse. I can see her barely there lace bra.
God, she's beautiful. We stand there, me outside the door and her inside the
door staring at each other.
"Hi, pretty
girl," I said with a smile.
"Hi,
yourself," she replied.
"Are you ready
for our date?" I asked.
"Let's do
this," she responded. She locked the door and I grabbed her hand once it's
free. "You look beautiful tonight," I said before kissing her hand.
She blushes and
says, "Thank you. You look quite handsome tonight too." I learned
from Marissa that Rebel hasn't been on a lot of dates and I don't want to make
her nervous by taking her to a fancy restaurant. I opted to take her to a
quaint bar and grill. We're sitting at a booth and decide to do have
cheeseburgers with the works and draft beer. As we wait for our meal I ask her
questions.
"So, Rebel,
tell me what your parents are like."
She squirms in her
chair and takes a deep breath, "I never knew my father. I've never met
him."
"What about
your mom?" I asked.
"I'm
embarrassed to talk about my mother," she replied.
"Why?" I
asked.
"It's
embarrassing to tell someone your mother is an alcoholic and drug user,"
she replied quietly.
"Why are you
embarrassed? Your mother's actions don’t reflect who you are. That's all on her
and her choices. I know enough to know that is not you," I said.
"Thank you for
that," she said.
”Do you have any
siblings?” I asked.
“I have a little
sister, Bailey. She’s eight years old and the love of my life,” she replied
enthusiastically. I could tell she was close to her sister and that she loved
her very much. There was a sparkle in her gorgeous eyes. She became animated as
she talked about Bailey and it made me fall deeper for her.
"Tell me,
Rebel, what do you want in life, in a guy, in a relationship?" I asked.
“I’m looking for
someone who really loves me. Someone who can see what a mess I can be, how
moody I can get, and how hard I’m to handle, but still wants me in their life,”
she honestly said.
“Love doesn’t have
to be perfect, Rebel. It just needs to be true. Love means that you accept a
person with all their failures, stupidities, ugly points, and nonetheless you
see perfection,” I said.
“Now, that’s very
poetic and insightful of you,” she playfully said.
“I try, but
seriously we are not given a good life, or a bad life. We are given a life,
it’s up to us to make it good or bad,” I said.
“Umm…you lost me
there. Weren’t we just talking about what I’m looking for in a guy? In a
relationship?” she asked. This girl is the total package. She’s beautiful,
smart and she has a heart of gold. There is so much to her than what meets the
eye. She is so insightful and deep that it will take me years to uncover
everything that makes her unique. I thought I was into her when we first met,
but now I know not only am I into her, I’m falling for her. What makes her
unique is she has no clue how special she is.
“What I’m trying to
say is a person who truly loves you will never stop believing in you and will
never let you go, no matter how hard the situation is,” I replied.
“Enough about me tell
me what your parents are like?” she asked.
“I lost my parents
when I was a little boy,” I replied.
“I’m so sorry,” she
whispered and her eyes welled with tears. I reach across the table and squeeze
her hands.
“It happened a long
time ago. I made peace with it. I was actually raised by my grandmother,” I
said reassuring her that I was fine.
“Well, then tell me
about your grandmother,” she said.
“My grandmother is
a warm, ornery lady and I love her to pieces. She’s tall and regal with
silver-blue hair. She was both mother and father to me. She is my inspiration.
It’s because of her that I’m a tattoo artist,” I
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