Everything, I said. All of it.
Really? Wow, tell me all about it.
When I walked into the bar I saw her immediately.
Her face lit up when she saw me and she got off her barstool to hug me.
She wore a black 50's dress and we had matching red lips.
When she said hello it was with a cute Austrailian accent.
She was so adorable it was intoxicating.
I was actually a little nervous on my way here, I admitted.
Me too! I wasn't sure what I should wear.
We beamed at each other.
It was love at first sight.
We spent the next five hours in a lovely debaucherous haze.
We asked a couple boys for cigarettes and they offered to go buy us some but after they left we already forgot why we were standing there and promptly decided to move on to some place else.
We took photos in a photo booth though neither of us knew what happened to the photo strip which had disappeared by the next morning.
Perhaps the kind boys who fetched us the smokes found it as a keepsake.
She was fiery and passionate and we had so much in common it was almost eerie.
So the next morning, awoken by our whiskey-lord help us- we decided a Bloody Mary was a requirement at brunch and didn't even leave for the beach until late afternoon.
But neither of us cared.
And I loved that.
On the coast we swapped war stories.
For hours.
I felt I could say anything to her.
It's strange, isn't it?
How sometimes a stranger can understand you better than someone whose known you for years.
We stayed so long at the beach we saw the sun set.
I don't know that I've ever seen a sunset at the coast.
It was pure magic.
We both stared and stared and then looked at each other and suddenly declared, I love you! and threw our arms around each other.
She gently rubbed at her eyes.
Are you crying? I asked.
Sometimes I get a little weepy.
She felt everything as intensely as I did.
And that made me feel less alone.
I played her a CD I love by Elizaveta and we spent most of our drive home in silence.
Those long, comfortable silences you can only enjoy with a handful of people in your world.
We didn't end up having dinner until 11pm.
When we looked at the menu we decided we'd share appetizers.
She said the ahi poke looked good and the bacon wrapped dates and I said I was thinking the same thing.
We were in sync.
After only two days together.
I dropped her off and as I drove home I started crying.
But this time, for the first time in a long time, I was crying because I was happy.
I'd told her I started posting my photos in black and white because that's how I was feeling.
Black and white.
The color had vanished from my mind.
And this day, on this late night approaching morning, there was a hint of color.
A faded wash across my grey mind.
And I was so grateful.
I was so happy.
I was happy.
So very happy.
And then my phone rang.
And the happy grew and grew...
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