Could such a woman really exist?
I imagined what a relationship with her might be like. Our everyday lives didn't fit together very well, that was certain. When I went to work, she'd still be asleep. When I wanted to sleep, she'd be working. Working? Well, what else? Not exactly uplifting, the idea of what she did for a living. That brought me back to reality for the moment. Suddenly, something occurred to me. "Your eyes aren't blue at all!" I was truly surprised. I'd been fooled by my constant assumption that any woman I'd fall in love with had to be blonde with blue eyes.
"No, grey," she answered, somewhat put off. Until now, I'd always thought of grey as a rather dull color, but her eyes gleamed like glittering diamonds. Spellbound, I stared at her - I could barely tear myself away. "Is that a problem?" she asked, wrinkling her forehead.
I had to laugh in embarrassment. "No, of course not. I've just always thought you had blue eyes. I have sort of a funny fixation about that. But obviously I've never really looked at you carefully before."
She laughed. "I hadn't really gotten that impression." Then she became suddenly serious. "But perhaps my eyes aren't really what interest you most about me." She poked around in her salad a little and, with extreme precision, chose a single leaf.
Damn it again, I was a regular bull in a china shop! The relaxed atmosphere was gone. I tried to save the situation. "Your eyes are beautiful." What else could I say? That was a fact. But what woman wouldn't be offended if her date didn't notice that? I, for one, always took it very poorly. "I noticed that immediately. Just - unfortunately, you're incredibly lovely all over."
She quit sorting her salad and looked in my direction without actually looking at me. "Um, thanks," she said. She probably didn't know what to do with such an unusual compliment. I didn't know how to explain it either in case she asked me. But she didn't do that. A movement by the patio entrance distracted her. She sighed. "I knew that this was a mistake," she said, more to herself than to me.
"A mistake? What?" Now I was irritated.
"Going out." She closed herself off incredibly quickly. I could make neither rhyme nor reason of her reaction. The only thing I could imagine was...
"I should have known," she said, while she set her fork on the table and laid her napkin next to it. It looked very final. She laughed apologetically in my general direction. "It has nothing to do with you."
That didn't reassure me much, since everything about her behavior indicated that she was about to leave. And that was a much earlier and more abrupt end to the evening than I had imagined or hoped for. As long as I didn't know what caused this sudden change in her attitude, I could hardly stop her from carrying out her present intentions. So I had to find it out. "What should you have known?"
She coolly lifted an eyebrow, as if I'd asked a completely indecent question. "That isn't important," she said. She raised her hand to signal the waiter that she wanted to pay.
My God, this was going too quickly! I didn't know what I should to react to first. "Obviously it's grounds enough for you to leave," I said nervously, glancing around perhaps to learn what she had seen. I only saw a couple of people who had just come in: a middle-aged couple that was heading for a table at the other end of the gardens. The woman was very thin and petite. She walked rather stiffly behind her husband. Other than that, I saw no one. Suddenly, the woman spun around and threw an icy glare in our direction. It was only a brief moment, and then it was over. I turned back to the table. The waiter was already standing next to her. "Wait," I protested. "I'm the one who invited you." This was all moving much too fast!
"Leave it," she contradicted firmly. "I don't think you've gotten much for what you're trying to pay for."
What? What was that supposed to mean? She had completely confused me again, but before I
I imagined what a relationship with her might be like. Our everyday lives didn't fit together very well, that was certain. When I went to work, she'd still be asleep. When I wanted to sleep, she'd be working. Working? Well, what else? Not exactly uplifting, the idea of what she did for a living. That brought me back to reality for the moment. Suddenly, something occurred to me. "Your eyes aren't blue at all!" I was truly surprised. I'd been fooled by my constant assumption that any woman I'd fall in love with had to be blonde with blue eyes.
"No, grey," she answered, somewhat put off. Until now, I'd always thought of grey as a rather dull color, but her eyes gleamed like glittering diamonds. Spellbound, I stared at her - I could barely tear myself away. "Is that a problem?" she asked, wrinkling her forehead.
I had to laugh in embarrassment. "No, of course not. I've just always thought you had blue eyes. I have sort of a funny fixation about that. But obviously I've never really looked at you carefully before."
She laughed. "I hadn't really gotten that impression." Then she became suddenly serious. "But perhaps my eyes aren't really what interest you most about me." She poked around in her salad a little and, with extreme precision, chose a single leaf.
Damn it again, I was a regular bull in a china shop! The relaxed atmosphere was gone. I tried to save the situation. "Your eyes are beautiful." What else could I say? That was a fact. But what woman wouldn't be offended if her date didn't notice that? I, for one, always took it very poorly. "I noticed that immediately. Just - unfortunately, you're incredibly lovely all over."
She quit sorting her salad and looked in my direction without actually looking at me. "Um, thanks," she said. She probably didn't know what to do with such an unusual compliment. I didn't know how to explain it either in case she asked me. But she didn't do that. A movement by the patio entrance distracted her. She sighed. "I knew that this was a mistake," she said, more to herself than to me.
"A mistake? What?" Now I was irritated.
"Going out." She closed herself off incredibly quickly. I could make neither rhyme nor reason of her reaction. The only thing I could imagine was...
"I should have known," she said, while she set her fork on the table and laid her napkin next to it. It looked very final. She laughed apologetically in my general direction. "It has nothing to do with you."
That didn't reassure me much, since everything about her behavior indicated that she was about to leave. And that was a much earlier and more abrupt end to the evening than I had imagined or hoped for. As long as I didn't know what caused this sudden change in her attitude, I could hardly stop her from carrying out her present intentions. So I had to find it out. "What should you have known?"
She coolly lifted an eyebrow, as if I'd asked a completely indecent question. "That isn't important," she said. She raised her hand to signal the waiter that she wanted to pay.
My God, this was going too quickly! I didn't know what I should to react to first. "Obviously it's grounds enough for you to leave," I said nervously, glancing around perhaps to learn what she had seen. I only saw a couple of people who had just come in: a middle-aged couple that was heading for a table at the other end of the gardens. The woman was very thin and petite. She walked rather stiffly behind her husband. Other than that, I saw no one. Suddenly, the woman spun around and threw an icy glare in our direction. It was only a brief moment, and then it was over. I turned back to the table. The waiter was already standing next to her. "Wait," I protested. "I'm the one who invited you." This was all moving much too fast!
"Leave it," she contradicted firmly. "I don't think you've gotten much for what you're trying to pay for."
What? What was that supposed to mean? She had completely confused me again, but before I
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