I met Rebecca 3 years ago on a date. Rebecca has recently made an appearance in my life so I thought I’d re-run this series so everyone won’t have to go back and search for her series to catch up. Enjoy!
Fall of 2016
In our last episode we left our hero right here:
“I’ve had a wonderful night with you.” She says, taking my hands in hers. She looks up at me. Her eyes are dark but full of light. I don’t question what is happening. “Thank you so much for your time tonight. I can’t thank you enough. I feel like you fixed me. I’ve been wearing armor my whole life and when I take it off I always get hurt. I feel like I’m safe when I’m with you.” She lifts her hands slowly and gently touches my cheeks and kisses me gently. Her kisses are soft and sincere.
I’m blown away by her words. Normally the work is being done and the results just come. They never realize until later. But she seems to feel it in the moment. I’ve not encountered a girl like this before. She’s so mature. I’m captivated by her beauty and honesty. Just when you think you can’t feel that magic again, you do. The key, I think is not to look for it. Just let it happen.
It’s happening. She wants to see me again and is sure about that. But deeds are stronger than words. Young people get distracted. It’s so easy now. I’m already prepared for disappointment again. I’m just happy that tonight happened even if I never see her again.
This one is different. But I can’t put my finger on it. I actually like that. The unexpected is so exciting. That’s my favorite part of the game.
We sit for a moment at 20th and Market. “I love Philly in the Fall.” she says.
She looks down Market street. Billy Penn stands proudly atop City Hall.
“Why is his back to the city?”
“He’s not turning his back on Philly. He’s welcoming the world to come here, Rebecca. The only world they knew back then came from the East.”
When I came here 8 years ago I was clueless about the city but now I’m an authority on all things Philly.
There’s this moment where we’re just sitting there. I’ve just had this incredible night with my future second ex-wife. (kidding!) The city is moving all around us. The lights, the cabs, the people, and the energy of the night. There is a moment when we’re just sitting there silently looking into each other’s eyes. My God, she’s exquisite. What curse is this that has been cast upon me? Where I fall in love with this lovely maiden only to be shattered again. I’m not afraid. I love the drug. I hear the hiss of her stockings as she crosses her legs. We kiss again. I’m once again 18. It’s new and magical.
The city vanishes behind her lips.
“Ok. So movies or something?” She says in her hopeful girlish voice.
As corny as this sounds I said: “Yes! A thousand times, yes!”
Rebecca giggled and said: “I’m going to call and UBER.”
“Already done.” I replied. The black Lincoln pulled up to the curb, and stopped. She looked at me. “What?”
“Safe passage, dear.” I smiled.
She attacked me once again like a Northern Pike hitting the bait. Her arms suddenly around me. Her breasts pressed against my chest like flowers in a memory book. Those full lips against mine. Her tongue swirling with mine. Me…grateful I had popped a piece of Dentyne Ice peppermint gum before we left the bar.
The car arrives…
“Take her home. She’s precious cargo. I’ve seen your face, Santos,” I joke to the driver.
Rebecca giggled as she got in the car. Her skirt riding up on her thighs. “I’ll text you when I get home safe! Thank you! Movie date!”
I smile and wave.
I’m in love.
The sedan pulls away. I turn and make my way back to Rittenhouse to the bat cave. I’m feeling sparkling, crackling, euphoria. Dopamine is an inferno in my brain.
I get a text. “I feel so special you sending me home in a car.”
“Because you are special.”
I’m happy, but I wince slightly knowing I’ve lived a similar scenario like this once before that ended badly. Well, they all end badly. What relationship ends well? It’s super rare. You either get married and have kids or you break up. That’s it. Rarely do people ever find a happy medium. Most of humanity is just predisposed to fall into a couple of buckets of what is right to ensure happiness, and it’s all a lie. Those are old laws that were put in place to bring order to the tribes and the colonies. You can’t bang your sister, or your cousin, oh, and stay away from your neighbor’s wife or you’ll go to Hell.
That’s the only choices we have as a society. Do they really work? I spit out the gum in my mouth. I contemplate this as I walk home, taking a long drag on a glorious cigarette. It feels so good. I’m not going to smoke around this exquisite baby. She’ll never kiss me then.
We don’t have many choices here. If you love somebody and it is electric, then you should get married. Live together. get a mortgage. Buy a $1000 dress you’ll wear once. Get piles of gifts and money. Pay $20,000 for a party to make you too guilty to get divorced for at least 5 years. Go on a big expensive vacation. Why? None of it makes any sense. I’ve done it and it’s all just a waste of time. It’s all been created by corporations to make money.
The greatest things in life can’t be seen and can only be felt, and are absolutely free. I don’t believe in God, But I swear to God It’s true. Everything else you think you have to do is bullshit. All there is, is your health, your family, (if you choose, unless they’re assholes, then fuck them) and your own life. All you need is stuff to do, some cool people around you and some stuff to look forward to. But without your health you’re totally fucked. So that one erases everything else. Look at that asshole Steve Jobs. That motherfucker was rich as fuck and that cunt never recognized his own daughter. He was super rich and cancer came and took his ass. Almost seems like justice for being a dick, but I digress…
It doesn’t matter what happens after this date with Rebecca. She’s a doll and I like her. I hope to go out with her again. And odds are I will based on this writing. But even if I never see her again, I’ll at least know we shared some great moments. I only have about 20 summers left in me according to Keith Richards. (Bullshit! Keith just turned 76!) So as Jim Morrison said: “I’m gonna get my kicks before the whole shit house goes up in flames.” Sure the Doors, suck and the Stones rock but you get the point.
I make my way back to Rittenhouse down 20th street. I draw deep on my Parliament 100. It feels good. I’m clear. I walk past the 7-Eleven and Twenty Manning. So many good memories at Twenty Manning with my ex Michelle.
I get to my door and work the key into the lock. My building is old. 120 years old. But it has character. I like it because it’s like me and it’s where I belong. I’m done. I strip down to my home uniform; T-shirt and shorts. Nothing else. I fix myself a vodka and club soda and flop in my chair. I drop my cell on the table next to me and search Netflix for something short and sweet. 30 Rock works. I take a sip and light another cig. It all tastes good and satisfying because of the nights events. Oh, and that Liz Lemon has fantastic legs.
My phone pings.
“Home safe. Had an amazing night with you. Thank you for everything. Let me know when you’re available to see me again. Looking forward to it! – Rebecca XOXO”
I text her back that I’m home and confirm our amazingness. I tell her I’ll text her tomorrow.
I take a sip from my drink and a drag from my cig. Tonight I welcome the sound of the crickets singing outside my window.
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