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A Lifelong One Night Stand Page 2
by Anthony Douglas Gere
From what I remembered, I was sitting in Central park on a rod-iron
bench with wood slats running horizontal on the seat and back. I was
watching the children and parents ice skate, as I drank a freshly made
cafe mocha from one of the street vendors earning extra Xmas money
to buy their family gifts. You had the normal things happening like the
policemen riding horses, couples holding hands and shoppers carrying
more bags than the homeless that seek shelter in dark corners of this
Historic & National Landmark. It seemed as though the snow flakes
were falling in a pattern, and drifted as my mind did when I seen this
woman appear out of no where. She seemed like she was your typical
New Yorker on the surface. Very fashion minded in a subtle way, but
when one took a deeper look, she was visibly lost like a visitor or
tourist seeing The Port Authority or Empire State Building for the first
time. It was obvious she was new to the apple as was I, and came
there to find her pot of gold at the end of the rainbow so many attempt
to do. She had been shopping all day for her family back home, where
ever that was, but hadn't figured out or been there long enough to
realize that the city is one big circle, and the best way to hit
the best stores and shops was to do so by cab, not by foot. I graciously
slid over and told her she could share the bench with me, as I knew
she had no choice, based on the looks she was making while taking
another step towards nowhere. She had been walking around this
melting pot in highly crafted boots, and upon further examination, I
swear I could see the leather moving in and out from the throbbing that
was taking place under these uncomfortable designer slippers. She
agreed, and basically threw her bags down and arms up, surrendering
her exhaustion to the powers that be. She then sighed in a relief that
mimic a phony orgasm like a red light district street walker. Now while
laughing on the inside and appearing not phased on the exterior, I said
no words and excused myself for a moment. I firmly planted my loafers
on the frozen pavement, and went back to the street vendor and
purchased another _mocha for this newly crowned maiden of the
malls. As I returned to my seat, I seen her eyes light up and she had the
look wondering if I was the gentleman I appeared to be, or a impostor
selfishly warming his cold hands and soon to be body with this
beverage. I sat down and twisted my body slightly and crossed my legs
with out looking in her direction. I heard another sigh and turned
around in a calm laughter and offered her this instant conversation
starter.
by Anthony Douglas Gere
From what I remembered, I was sitting in Central park on a rod-iron
bench with wood slats running horizontal on the seat and back. I was
watching the children and parents ice skate, as I drank a freshly made
cafe mocha from one of the street vendors earning extra Xmas money
to buy their family gifts. You had the normal things happening like the
policemen riding horses, couples holding hands and shoppers carrying
more bags than the homeless that seek shelter in dark corners of this
Historic & National Landmark. It seemed as though the snow flakes
were falling in a pattern, and drifted as my mind did when I seen this
woman appear out of no where. She seemed like she was your typical
New Yorker on the surface. Very fashion minded in a subtle way, but
when one took a deeper look, she was visibly lost like a visitor or
tourist seeing The Port Authority or Empire State Building for the first
time. It was obvious she was new to the apple as was I, and came
there to find her pot of gold at the end of the rainbow so many attempt
to do. She had been shopping all day for her family back home, where
ever that was, but hadn't figured out or been there long enough to
realize that the city is one big circle, and the best way to hit
the best stores and shops was to do so by cab, not by foot. I graciously
slid over and told her she could share the bench with me, as I knew
she had no choice, based on the looks she was making while taking
another step towards nowhere. She had been walking around this
melting pot in highly crafted boots, and upon further examination, I
swear I could see the leather moving in and out from the throbbing that
was taking place under these uncomfortable designer slippers. She
agreed, and basically threw her bags down and arms up, surrendering
her exhaustion to the powers that be. She then sighed in a relief that
mimic a phony orgasm like a red light district street walker. Now while
laughing on the inside and appearing not phased on the exterior, I said
no words and excused myself for a moment. I firmly planted my loafers
on the frozen pavement, and went back to the street vendor and
purchased another _mocha for this newly crowned maiden of the
malls. As I returned to my seat, I seen her eyes light up and she had the
look wondering if I was the gentleman I appeared to be, or a impostor
selfishly warming his cold hands and soon to be body with this
beverage. I sat down and twisted my body slightly and crossed my legs
with out looking in her direction. I heard another sigh and turned
around in a calm laughter and offered her this instant conversation
starter.