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We had them done at the mall on two-for-one Tuesday.”
I belt out a belly laugh. Yes, she actually has a sense of humor. I can’t help but say, “That has got high maintenance written all over it.”
Juliette just shrugs as she flippantly tells me, “Yes that would be an accurate assumption. But, no one goes out with Cassie looking for low maintenance.”
“You ready?” I question.
She gets and insecure look on her face, “Do I not look ready?”
This woman will take some getting used to. I thought all women took forever to get ready. I have a feeling her roommate is never ready on time.
Answering Juliette I tell her the truth, “You look great; it’s just that it took you about two minutes to get ready. I only thought guys got ready that fast.”
She tips her head and looks puzzled, then she gives a small smile saying, “Let’s leave.”
When we get near San Francisco she asks, “What do you want to do in San Francisco?”
Shit, my head’s not in the game, I’ve not planned this out. Mariana would have my balls for this. Casually, I punt, “I’m not quite sure. After sitting in my car for the last two days, I’d like to park and walk around. I thought we could head down to the water.”
She repeats, “Water? Then contemplates for a couple of seconds before continuing with, “That narrows it down. We can park in the Presidio and walk across the Golden Gate Bridge. There’s a fancy hotel on the other side in Fort Baker, or we could park at Union Square and walk to Coit Tower, then walk down to the Embarcadero. One direction takes us to Pier 39—you know where all the tourist shops are or we can go in the other direction towards AT&T Park.”
I think about our choices, and finally tell her, “Last time I was in San Francisco I walked across the Golden Gate Bridge. Let’s park near Union Square and then start walking. You’re cool with walking, right?”
With a bright smile she lifts up her feet, “I wore my favorite boots for walking.”
Getting to Union Square is easy; the roads are well marked. I don’t even need to get out my phone to navigate. Juliette is looking around trying to figure out where we’re going. Not really wanting to get lost in San Francisco I pull out my phone and type in: Coit Tower. While Juliette is busy naming streets we should be on and which direction we should head, my phone gives me the same answer. This woman is surprising. She gets ready fast, knows where she’s going, and is cool with spontaneous plans. Is this just date behavior? When does the crazy control shit kick in?
Deciding it’s time I take over this date, I thread my fingers through Juliette’s and head us over to China Town’s Dragon Gate. While we wait for the light, I find myself naturally dropping her hand as I put my arms around her shoulders, I like the feel of her heat against me.
China town is a relatively narrow street filled with people and shops. In front of their shops, the vendors have bins filled with assorted goods. We stop and check out some of the bins. I’ve never been much of a shopper or interested in collecting things. Picking up something silk, I hold it up as I question, “What is this?”
Juliette starts laughing, she then answers, “It’s used to store jewelry.”
Interesting, I thought women just left that shit in boxes and all over the counter. A few of the things I pick up she just shrugs. “How can a merchant sell something when no one knows what it is?”
As we get closer to Coit Tower the road gets steeper, the sidewalk actually turns into stairs. Having only lived in flat cities I keep thinking, how can you drive a car on these steep roads in the winter? —And then I remember; this is winter. San Francisco doesn’t have snow and ice. This will be my first winter without it.
Juliette and I walk hand in hand across the grounds that lead to Coit Tower. At the line to get in, we fall in behind a hipster couple. The four of us start chatting. The woman
I belt out a belly laugh. Yes, she actually has a sense of humor. I can’t help but say, “That has got high maintenance written all over it.”
Juliette just shrugs as she flippantly tells me, “Yes that would be an accurate assumption. But, no one goes out with Cassie looking for low maintenance.”
“You ready?” I question.
She gets and insecure look on her face, “Do I not look ready?”
This woman will take some getting used to. I thought all women took forever to get ready. I have a feeling her roommate is never ready on time.
Answering Juliette I tell her the truth, “You look great; it’s just that it took you about two minutes to get ready. I only thought guys got ready that fast.”
She tips her head and looks puzzled, then she gives a small smile saying, “Let’s leave.”
When we get near San Francisco she asks, “What do you want to do in San Francisco?”
Shit, my head’s not in the game, I’ve not planned this out. Mariana would have my balls for this. Casually, I punt, “I’m not quite sure. After sitting in my car for the last two days, I’d like to park and walk around. I thought we could head down to the water.”
She repeats, “Water? Then contemplates for a couple of seconds before continuing with, “That narrows it down. We can park in the Presidio and walk across the Golden Gate Bridge. There’s a fancy hotel on the other side in Fort Baker, or we could park at Union Square and walk to Coit Tower, then walk down to the Embarcadero. One direction takes us to Pier 39—you know where all the tourist shops are or we can go in the other direction towards AT&T Park.”
I think about our choices, and finally tell her, “Last time I was in San Francisco I walked across the Golden Gate Bridge. Let’s park near Union Square and then start walking. You’re cool with walking, right?”
With a bright smile she lifts up her feet, “I wore my favorite boots for walking.”
Getting to Union Square is easy; the roads are well marked. I don’t even need to get out my phone to navigate. Juliette is looking around trying to figure out where we’re going. Not really wanting to get lost in San Francisco I pull out my phone and type in: Coit Tower. While Juliette is busy naming streets we should be on and which direction we should head, my phone gives me the same answer. This woman is surprising. She gets ready fast, knows where she’s going, and is cool with spontaneous plans. Is this just date behavior? When does the crazy control shit kick in?
Deciding it’s time I take over this date, I thread my fingers through Juliette’s and head us over to China Town’s Dragon Gate. While we wait for the light, I find myself naturally dropping her hand as I put my arms around her shoulders, I like the feel of her heat against me.
China town is a relatively narrow street filled with people and shops. In front of their shops, the vendors have bins filled with assorted goods. We stop and check out some of the bins. I’ve never been much of a shopper or interested in collecting things. Picking up something silk, I hold it up as I question, “What is this?”
Juliette starts laughing, she then answers, “It’s used to store jewelry.”
Interesting, I thought women just left that shit in boxes and all over the counter. A few of the things I pick up she just shrugs. “How can a merchant sell something when no one knows what it is?”
As we get closer to Coit Tower the road gets steeper, the sidewalk actually turns into stairs. Having only lived in flat cities I keep thinking, how can you drive a car on these steep roads in the winter? —And then I remember; this is winter. San Francisco doesn’t have snow and ice. This will be my first winter without it.
Juliette and I walk hand in hand across the grounds that lead to Coit Tower. At the line to get in, we fall in behind a hipster couple. The four of us start chatting. The woman
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