From: jjehl@lonestar.utsa.edu (Jeff D. Jehl)
Subject: KIM
Organization: University of Texas at San Antonio
Distribution: usa
Date: Mon, 9 Nov 1992 21:14:13 GMT

KIM



I thought about her throughout all of my Six Flags diversion...as
soon as I got in town, I went to Broad Street...I instantly began
my search for her, not caring for the bevy of beauties that
dominate the poor hopeless hormones of your average male...I was
not in the mood for an average night...I spot her after a once-
over of the club...not difficult to find her...she has an
innocent charm that is beyond awe...I wait about twenty yards
away, pretending to soak in the atmosphere...after about a half
an hour of jockeying for a noticeable position, I surmised that
she's trying to avoid me...so I made the trip to the upstairs level
to monitor her stations...I finally deduced that she hadn't seen
me at all...for all I knew, she was thinking about me, too...you
never know!...anyway, I opted to venture into the hunting
ground...I waltzed up to the bar, ordered my usual, turned a 180
and waited...seeing her walk past me about 3 or 4 times...staring
at her every time...she wandered up to me, probably because my
eyes were too heavy for her...I'll never forget the first words
of the night...'So, what brings you here tonight?'...

They still echo in my memory, like a pinball machine in tilt...of
course, I had to lie and answer, 'The band, of course
*smile*'...she smiles and yells over the chant of the band, 'I
better get back to work'...at that point, I'm wondering
*hmmm...what did I say?*...but labelled it as a paranoid new
waitress that valued her job...I got tired of standing around, so
I found a seat next to the bar and waited for my next
opportunity...after being mesmerized by the band, she caught me
completely by surprise...'Are you all right?', motioning to my
nearly-drained bottle...I picked it up, emptied it and shook it
back and forth...she took the hint and set out on her
mission...at this time, the men's 'Best Chest' contest was under
way...I see her struggling to get a good view...I ask her,
'Problems?'...she replies, 'I've never seen anything like this
before...', confirming her innocence...I then asked her if she
would like to look from where I was sitting, considering that the
perfect view was being wasted by my apathy...I get out of my seat
and let her stand by my chair...after a couple of moments, she
goes back to business and I sit back in my chair...few more
minutes pass by...she comes back to my seat...this time, I was
not gonna be stupid...I remained in my seat...she rushes over,
but this time she places her hand momentarily on my farthest side
from her and watches...I'm beginning to feel emotions at this
time...I began talking about my trip and told her that my
favorite ride was the 'Texas Giant' *one of the biggest wooden
rollercoasters in the world*...she jokingly said that she had a
bad heart for those things...so I dropped my 'coaster talk'...she
told me that she liked Astroworld better...I asked her what her
favorite ride was...she said, 'The Cyclone'...don't get me wrong,
but isn't 'The Cyclone' a pretty tough ride?...I pointed to the
muscular men on the stage and replied, 'I guess your heart isn't
THAT weak *grin*...she presented a broad smile that made me melt in
my chair...she left me once again to tend to her duties...the
contest was over, the winner was announced and I was relieved...I
finished my last beer and decided that it was getting late...I
waited for her to prance by me again...I asked her, 'Do you still
have my number?'...she replied honestly, 'No...'...I retorted,
'Do you still want it?'...she didn't say a word but quickly got a
napkin *so clubbish, isn't it?*...she gave me a pencil *with one
of those goofy trolls with the Don King/Einstein-type hairdo that
have become so popular*...I scribbled two numbers *my number and
my bro's answering machine* and handed it to her while inquiring,
'Did you want to give me your number in case you lose
mine?'...she brings out yet another napkin, quickly doodles her
number and places it on the table...she smiles and walks
off...about five minutes later, I decide that I can't stay any
longer, so I walk up to the bar and tell her that I have to
go...she gives me a 'puppy dog look' and says, 'I'll call
you'...I make my way through a maze of people, say goodbye to the
bouncer and dance into the night...



Jeffrey D. Jehl
07/27/92



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