She was at least couple years older than me, in her twenties, and when we finished that first dance we sat at my table to talk.
"So what do you do?' she asked.
'Well, I'm a chef and I am going to school to be a lawyer"
"Where do you go to school? "
"North Texas State University"
"Really? Me too" she says "What classes are you taking?"
Well, I had to think a minute, because the fact of the matter was I wasn't taking any classes at North Texas.
"English" I replied.
"Who is your teacher?" she asks.
This strikes me as an awfully odd question. Why is she grilling me about my English class, a class that I am not taking at North Texas State U?
"Smith, Mr. Smith is my English teacher."
"I've never heard of him" she says.
"I think he just teaches part time" I say.
'What room?"
"One of the...um...you know... English rooms"
She was a couple years older than me, in her twenties at least, and she smiled real soft and took my hand.
"Its been nice talking to you." she said "I'm going to go back and sit with my friends now."
Thursday, May 26, 2011
GOIN' CLUBBIN'!
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6 comments:
hate it when they figure me out that fast. I like to linger in an inappropriate relationship for years
Yeah...I wish I could tell you that I never tried that again.
wow, Inspector, you have a very nice and smart blog. I like your "about me" description, and had thoughts yesterday for a post related to what you talk about, about who we thought we might be and who we actually became and whether or not we are satisfied with it.
Nice to meet you.
She went to North Texas State University, and she's in her twenties? Hmmmm... that school hasn't gone by that name since the late 1980's. Maybe she's in her late 40's.
Anon, this was 1975. I'm 54 now, I was 19 then. She's probably a swingin' 60!
60 is the new 30
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