Dr. Love
12-20-2013, 05:35 AM
December 17, 1963:
“Are you sure you didn’t get you’re a** stood up by this broad?” my friend Greg asks.
“You said that she told you to meet her here at 2, and its 2 freakin’ 30”
“I know what I’m doing” I assure him, “Don’t get your pants in a bundle”
I’m sitting on the hood of my car along with two friends of mine in the parking lot of a shopping mall. Since it’s so close to Christmas the lot is naturally packed full of cars, making it difficult to spot any single vehicle out from the crowd. Thankfully I have two extra pairs of eyes looking out for me, my friends Kenneth and Greg. They had come to see who my girlfriend is, since I allegedly can’t stop talking about her. Although they’ve exaggerated my obsession for her, their curiosity is justified, since they’re my closest cohorts and yet have never even seen her before. We had been watching diligently when Kenneth says:
“Hey, is that her over there?”
We all look to our left and see a dark blue vehicle parked a few spaces down, and out of the passenger’s door comes Jessica, my girlfriend, wearing a festive red sweater with a snowman decorating the front.
“Yeah, that’s her” I answer.
It comes as an ironic twist that she arrives 30 minutes late. On our first “date”, if you want to call it that, she had been remarkably punctual, and showed up right on the tick. Her late arrival puts both Kenneth and Greg into a trance; they stare at her as she comes, eyes wide with awe, and a bit of lust no doubt. When she walks up to us, I jump off the hood, expecting for us to be on our way for our date. Instead she says, in a quiet voice:
“I’m sorry about this, but, can you wait for just a while longer. My dad needs me to grab a few things for him.”
“Sure, alright” I say, but my mind is admittedly frustrated with the prospect of waiting any longer. I convince myself that she’s worth the wait, and let her go on to do her errand, while my friends continue to gawk at her as she walks into the mall. After she’s gone in, they sit dumbfounded at her beauty.
“So, what do you think of her” I ask them.
“Jessica is a… ” Kenneth begins.
“Awww, yeah” Greg interrupts
“I think she’s, umm…”
“Awww, YEAH!”
“She’s so…”
“She’s freakin’ hot!!” Greg yells
“Yeah, she’s hot, really hot!”
“She’s a sexy goddess! Unh!”
“Guys! Guys! Can you two calm the heck down?! Sheesh.”
“Sorry dude” Greg says, “But where in the heck did you meet a girl like that?”
“Y’know, if you two dummies actually came to the Halloween bash like I told you, you’d already know.” I snapped at them.
“You mean the one that was at Jeremy’s place?” Kenneth asks
“Yeah, that one”
The bash that I was referring to had taken place on Halloween of that same year. That was the night that I saw Jessica for the first time, although she had evidently seen me before that night. She had dropped a letter in my locker the week before, telling me at what time and place to meet her for the party. We attended that party together and, even though we’d just met that same night, we ended up growing fond of each other. This is why I use the word “date” liberally, because it just so happened to be the first time we’d met.
“I couldn’t go. I had tests to study for” Greg admits
“I had to help him.” says Kenneth
“Yeah, yeah, make up all the excuses you want, you still missed out on it”
We all have a good laugh at this until Greg notices something.
“Hey, is there someone else in that car she just came out of?”
“Is there?” I ask, and we all lean forward to look and see who it is. It turns out it’s someone I know.
“Oh, yeah, that’s just her dad. I should of know he’d come here himself, he seems like the do-it-yourself kind of person.”
“You’ve met him?” Kenneth asks.
“Of course I met him, what do you think, I took Jessica out on a date without her dad knowing? I’m not that stupid”
“What’s he like?” asks Greg
“Eh, I guess you could say he’s soft but strict, probably a military guy who fought in the Pacific back in the day.”
Although I’m wrong about the Pacific, he had in fact fought in Europe; I’m right about him being a military man. He certainly came off as such, with every word he said being clear and deliberate. I met him on the same night I met Jessica, only it occurred after the party when I escorted her back to her house. For some reason the man invited me to come and have a chat with him in his living room. Although it lasted only ten minutes, it felt like an hour of him dissecting my mental and emotional innards to see what he could find. The experience was thoroughly horrifying, but it got me acquainted with him at least. Me mentioning his military status brings up another odd facet to the man.
“You said he’s military, right?” says Kenneth, trying to get a good glimpse of him, “Is that why he’s got that eye-patch?”
“Yeah, probably” I answer, although, truth be told, I didn’t really know why he had one on either.
I had guessed that it was because he’d lost his eye in combat or something, but there’s something that Jessica said to me one day that made me doubt this. I’d asked how her dad could move so well with just one eye, or something along those lines. She replied:
“It’s been 11 years since he lost that eye. He’s had plenty of time to practice.”
11 years ago was 1952, long after the war. That would mean that he lost it during peace time. Also, what happened to Jessica’s mother? The answer is probably not something she’d talk about, but my curiosity still burns. Jessica herself is mysterious in her own ways. What about her family?
Believe it or not, all of these things plague my thoughts as Jessica walks out of the mall, with bags full of various items, likely Christmas presents for someone. As she walks past my friends and I, I wonder what kinds of things her deep blue eyes have seen, or what her attentive ears have heard. When she makes it to her car she opens the door and lowers the bags in carefully. She then goes around, kisses her dad on the cheek, a makes her way over to me. Her dad backs out of the parking space, turns, and then drives away. It was just us now.
“Alright, NOW I’m ready.” She says to me
“Really? Alright then.” I say as I hop off the hood. “Well guys, it’s been swell but sadly I’ve gotta go”
“Have a nice one!” Greg exclaims.
“I’ll be seein’ ya” says Kenneth
I wrap my arm around Jessica’s shoulder and together we walk towards the mall entrance. Greg and Kenneth walk off and have a lively conversation elsewhere.
As Jessica and I walk forward, I take a moment to look at her while she’s next to me like this. All of my questions seem to fade into oblivion in the face of her person. None of them seem important enough to bring up, now or ever. Of course, this could just be the male libido working its ask-no-questions magic on me, but on a deeper level it could be that none of them actually matter. My curiosity seeks to tangle and confuse the one thing that should be most clear to me at this point: It’s simply good to be thought of, because at least people know that you’re there.
“Are you sure you didn’t get you’re a** stood up by this broad?” my friend Greg asks.
“You said that she told you to meet her here at 2, and its 2 freakin’ 30”
“I know what I’m doing” I assure him, “Don’t get your pants in a bundle”
I’m sitting on the hood of my car along with two friends of mine in the parking lot of a shopping mall. Since it’s so close to Christmas the lot is naturally packed full of cars, making it difficult to spot any single vehicle out from the crowd. Thankfully I have two extra pairs of eyes looking out for me, my friends Kenneth and Greg. They had come to see who my girlfriend is, since I allegedly can’t stop talking about her. Although they’ve exaggerated my obsession for her, their curiosity is justified, since they’re my closest cohorts and yet have never even seen her before. We had been watching diligently when Kenneth says:
“Hey, is that her over there?”
We all look to our left and see a dark blue vehicle parked a few spaces down, and out of the passenger’s door comes Jessica, my girlfriend, wearing a festive red sweater with a snowman decorating the front.
“Yeah, that’s her” I answer.
It comes as an ironic twist that she arrives 30 minutes late. On our first “date”, if you want to call it that, she had been remarkably punctual, and showed up right on the tick. Her late arrival puts both Kenneth and Greg into a trance; they stare at her as she comes, eyes wide with awe, and a bit of lust no doubt. When she walks up to us, I jump off the hood, expecting for us to be on our way for our date. Instead she says, in a quiet voice:
“I’m sorry about this, but, can you wait for just a while longer. My dad needs me to grab a few things for him.”
“Sure, alright” I say, but my mind is admittedly frustrated with the prospect of waiting any longer. I convince myself that she’s worth the wait, and let her go on to do her errand, while my friends continue to gawk at her as she walks into the mall. After she’s gone in, they sit dumbfounded at her beauty.
“So, what do you think of her” I ask them.
“Jessica is a… ” Kenneth begins.
“Awww, yeah” Greg interrupts
“I think she’s, umm…”
“Awww, YEAH!”
“She’s so…”
“She’s freakin’ hot!!” Greg yells
“Yeah, she’s hot, really hot!”
“She’s a sexy goddess! Unh!”
“Guys! Guys! Can you two calm the heck down?! Sheesh.”
“Sorry dude” Greg says, “But where in the heck did you meet a girl like that?”
“Y’know, if you two dummies actually came to the Halloween bash like I told you, you’d already know.” I snapped at them.
“You mean the one that was at Jeremy’s place?” Kenneth asks
“Yeah, that one”
The bash that I was referring to had taken place on Halloween of that same year. That was the night that I saw Jessica for the first time, although she had evidently seen me before that night. She had dropped a letter in my locker the week before, telling me at what time and place to meet her for the party. We attended that party together and, even though we’d just met that same night, we ended up growing fond of each other. This is why I use the word “date” liberally, because it just so happened to be the first time we’d met.
“I couldn’t go. I had tests to study for” Greg admits
“I had to help him.” says Kenneth
“Yeah, yeah, make up all the excuses you want, you still missed out on it”
We all have a good laugh at this until Greg notices something.
“Hey, is there someone else in that car she just came out of?”
“Is there?” I ask, and we all lean forward to look and see who it is. It turns out it’s someone I know.
“Oh, yeah, that’s just her dad. I should of know he’d come here himself, he seems like the do-it-yourself kind of person.”
“You’ve met him?” Kenneth asks.
“Of course I met him, what do you think, I took Jessica out on a date without her dad knowing? I’m not that stupid”
“What’s he like?” asks Greg
“Eh, I guess you could say he’s soft but strict, probably a military guy who fought in the Pacific back in the day.”
Although I’m wrong about the Pacific, he had in fact fought in Europe; I’m right about him being a military man. He certainly came off as such, with every word he said being clear and deliberate. I met him on the same night I met Jessica, only it occurred after the party when I escorted her back to her house. For some reason the man invited me to come and have a chat with him in his living room. Although it lasted only ten minutes, it felt like an hour of him dissecting my mental and emotional innards to see what he could find. The experience was thoroughly horrifying, but it got me acquainted with him at least. Me mentioning his military status brings up another odd facet to the man.
“You said he’s military, right?” says Kenneth, trying to get a good glimpse of him, “Is that why he’s got that eye-patch?”
“Yeah, probably” I answer, although, truth be told, I didn’t really know why he had one on either.
I had guessed that it was because he’d lost his eye in combat or something, but there’s something that Jessica said to me one day that made me doubt this. I’d asked how her dad could move so well with just one eye, or something along those lines. She replied:
“It’s been 11 years since he lost that eye. He’s had plenty of time to practice.”
11 years ago was 1952, long after the war. That would mean that he lost it during peace time. Also, what happened to Jessica’s mother? The answer is probably not something she’d talk about, but my curiosity still burns. Jessica herself is mysterious in her own ways. What about her family?
Believe it or not, all of these things plague my thoughts as Jessica walks out of the mall, with bags full of various items, likely Christmas presents for someone. As she walks past my friends and I, I wonder what kinds of things her deep blue eyes have seen, or what her attentive ears have heard. When she makes it to her car she opens the door and lowers the bags in carefully. She then goes around, kisses her dad on the cheek, a makes her way over to me. Her dad backs out of the parking space, turns, and then drives away. It was just us now.
“Alright, NOW I’m ready.” She says to me
“Really? Alright then.” I say as I hop off the hood. “Well guys, it’s been swell but sadly I’ve gotta go”
“Have a nice one!” Greg exclaims.
“I’ll be seein’ ya” says Kenneth
I wrap my arm around Jessica’s shoulder and together we walk towards the mall entrance. Greg and Kenneth walk off and have a lively conversation elsewhere.
As Jessica and I walk forward, I take a moment to look at her while she’s next to me like this. All of my questions seem to fade into oblivion in the face of her person. None of them seem important enough to bring up, now or ever. Of course, this could just be the male libido working its ask-no-questions magic on me, but on a deeper level it could be that none of them actually matter. My curiosity seeks to tangle and confuse the one thing that should be most clear to me at this point: It’s simply good to be thought of, because at least people know that you’re there.