From: regan1016@bestsd.sdsu.edu (T. ELIZABETH HARVEY)
Subject: Re: Elizabeth & Me (That smile ...)
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Organization: San Diego State University - Dept. of Redundancy Dept.
Date: Thu, 3 Sep 1992 00:06:00 GMT

Kimmy starts:
>Ok.  Let's see.  Never been very romantic with a stranger.  Let's say we have
>a relationship.  Makes the setting easier.  You're hard at work at your desk.
>Outside your window the afternoon sky is so blue it almost hurts your eyes.
>You remember how sweet the air tasted as you walked back from a lonely lunch.
>If there was only an excuse to check out early and enjoy it.  Your thoughts
>drift back to simpler times when being together was all we had ...  A knock
>at your office door brings you grudgingly back to reality.  With a sigh you
>invite the intruder in.  The door opens and a huge bouquet of Fire & Ice
>proceeds a tall, well built man into the room.  His jet black hair, frosted
>now at the temples, is just as thick & wavy as it was in High School.  Long
>lashes, full red lips, wide shoulders, strong arms, piercing brown eyes.   
>You can feel the corners of your mouth go up in that special smile reserved
>only for him ...
> 
>                         ---+=== Kimmy ===+---
> 
>.... That smile.  Nothin' like it in the world.  Makes me feel like I do some-
>times when I watch a baby sleeping or like the thrill I get at the stadium
>on a perfect fall afternoon.  It's never the same twice but it's always
>wonderful.  As she is.  That why I gave her the flowers.  She always smiles
>for flowers ...
> 
>*******************************************************************************
>Ok girl it's all yours.  I bet you wonder why I not at work and what the 
>flowers are for and what I've got up my sleeve ... 
[*I'm having reservations about this, but I dug this hole for myself ... 
here goes nothing ...*]

Made speechless by the gorgeous bouquet, I smile, walk over to him, and hug 
him tightly.  Such beautiful flowers ... these babies weren't cheap.  They 
look so out of place in this tiny, cluttered office.  But at least they 
won't be in the eyesight of the rest of the newsroom.  I almost breathe an 
inner sigh of relief before realizing that he had to walk *through* the 
newsroom to get here, attracting the attention of every female in the 
place.  And why shouldn't he?  He's classically handsome, the type of man 
that most young girls dream of when they fantasize about a knight in 
shining armour ... the prototype of the perfect hero, as described and 
chronicled in oh-so-many romance novels.  The kind of man women love to 
watch, love to dream about, and would kill to meet.

I let go of him, close the door and try to give him a reassuring smile, 
wondering all the while if he can see through me.  Does he see the fear in 
my eyes?  The fear that I am just dreaming, and when I wake up, he'll be 
gone, off cavorting with some Cindy Crawford-type, while I languish in my 
studio?
I take the bouquet in one hand, and his hand in the other.  "You are so 
full of surprises ... should you be off doing something terribly 
important?"  I'm surprised how lilting my voice sounds, not shaky like the 
rest of me ... Dear God, why is this man with me?  I'm just a naive, dowdy, 
shy ... *girl* (God help me, when will I become a woman?) with weird tastes 
and behaviours and the like.  If it wasn't for the fact I could see his 
intelligence and sensitivity the moment I laid eyes on him, I would have 
ran from his sight.  Foolish person I am, I didn't, and now I'm overwhelmed 
.. can't he see how mismatched we are?

Nonetheless, I squeeze his hand and look into his eyes ...

---<--<-{@ | "I believe that before all else, I am a reasonable human being,
Elizabeth  | just as you are -- or, at all events, that I must try and 
	   | become one." _A Doll's House_, Henrik Ibsen
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