Can a woman recognize Romance?

The moon was enchanting, and for some reason I noticed a faint silhouette towards its center that seemed to be warning me of something because that's when I heard the voices; "she's going to love it, trust me." Eventually I brushed this off as pre-date jitters, but I proceeded to the subway at 110th Street; grabbing a bushel of roses from a street vendor with one of the 7 twenties I had to spend for the entire night. I arrived at her house at around 7:45, but decided to sit there on her porch for 15 minutes because I was early and wanted to respect her wishes to be there at 8. It gave me time to run through the particulars of the date again; dinner at Burritoville, a walk along Chelsea Piers, and some Salsa dancing at the Cabana. I figured on a light cheek kiss at the end, intimate but not seductive so as to show her that I was worthy enough a gentleman to win her affection and attention so she would give me a legitimate shot at her hand in marriage. I felt that there were enough opportunities for us to get to know some things about each other, and was feeling very good when finally I stood up, dusted of my pants and suit jacket then rang the doorbell.

"Hey you, I like the suit. Charming!" she said instantly with a smile that Marlowe would have used instead of Helen in his poem 'The face that launched a thousand ships,' a smile that my eyes slightly watered it was so beautiful. I remember feeling like I was harpooned to that moon as Ahab was the object of his passion, not believing that such a woman of her intelligence and sophistication (a vice-principal with stature), would give me this chance. It wasn't insecurity that gripped me, for I was at least close to her yoke as a teacher (which I felt was nearly equal), but the fact that my three children had to give their 'green light' for me to even go on the date vs. her complete autonomy bothered me a bit. In my thinking I was asking this woman to take on four people, which I instinctively thought was unfair, but when we connected at the water cooler the week before I was compelled towards this night. "You look absolutely amazing!" I said while extending the flowers towards her, which she accepted and absorbed as I admired the elegant dress and shoes she had on, exciteed over all the attention we would be getting on the subway as we made our way to the restaurant. Initially I though about a cab, but I was uncertain how much Cabana's would be to get in so I decided not to 'splurge,' especially since I wanted to suprise my daughter with some money for the movies (single non-custodial fathers have to pay a whole lot more then the standard child support).

Suddenly, without notice a Mercedes Benz pulled up and a debonair brother pulled to a double park and blew the horn, "Can you wait for me in the car, I have to speak with him," she said to me as she handed me back the flowers and began to walk by me. "Take your time, I'll wait here. I'm not driving, were taking the subway," I said while beginning to take a seat on the porch. There was a strange pause between us, as if the silhouette on the moon had spoken up again, only this time we both heard it. She went and sat in the Benz, and I waited for nearly 20 minutes. That's when she yelled to me "Baby, I have to go somewhere really quick, I'll be right back." I had a long conversation with the moon's silhouette for quite sometime. I stood and dusted myself off again, and left for home. It was 3a.m.

Written by Bee Quiet

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