sandals to Limber & Love for the Tuesday morning Personal Ad meeting. I opened the door and there sat Amy, the receptionist with a big knot on her forehead. I froze. “What happened at the Robotic Park Amy?”
“Love happened!”
I sat down for a second at the chair along side of the wall, like a guests. I reached into my Oxford laptop bag, “I found this new liquid blemish foundation. It will cover that bruise in a second.” I pulled out the foundation.
“That’s okay. I wear my love proudly.”
“You’re only scaring me before my Personal Ad meeting with PR Man and Lover’s Dance later on tonight.”
“Who?” Amy said, in her cool non hysteria voice, as she pulled out a mirror and lifted her black bang that almost covered the red-looking knot.
I slapped my tube of liquid foundation on her desk. She snapped it up and quickly started applying it. “I really should save this for him. The knot on the left side of his head is even larger than mine!”
I burst out laughing. “He got a bump on the head, too. That’s much better.”
Amy giggled. “Thanks. I don’t know what I was thinking. So I fixed my helicopter. I flew it higher and higher, then over the pond, by the dog park section. As I tried to bring it back from over the pond, it started wobbling and sputtering. I was afraid some huge dog would chase after it like a ball and the carnage would be massive. So I ran and ran all the time pressing the direction button three hundred degrees. Then bang! This cute boy walking his poodle crashed right into me.”
“That must have hurt,” I said waving away the liquid blemish foundation tube. “You keep it.”
“He apologized as his dog went running where I came from and my helicopter came crashing down on the other side of the pond in the dog park. We sat on the ground laughing, him holding a broken leash remnant in hand and I holding my helicopter remote control. Then I asked him out!”
I laughed. “Surely this younger generation did have different minds. You’re brave.”
“I figured someone named Ian Olmedo couldn’t be a stalker...oops....”
“I’m not afraid of a stalker, Amy. I had a bet— Go on finish your story and I’ll tell you mind.”
“And Ian said yes!” Amy clapped her hands like a little girl at a tea party. “He didn’t call me a slut or whore or think I was only after his body. Like most guys do.”
“That’s wonderful, Amy. Every girl wishes they’d experienced love at first—”I hesitated to say it—”crash?”
“Yup. Love at first crash.” She giggled some more.
I tried not to laugh. I laughed softly at Amy’s crazy boy-situation.
“Tonight we’re going to see a movie, something drama and girly. You realize standing side by side to Ian, both of us will look like a twin-headed Minotaur, his growing horn on the left and my growing horn on the right.”
I double over with laughter as a slow motion scene flashed before my eyes. Ian stares down being dragged by his mid-sized out of control poodle; and Amy gazing skyward, chasing after her sputtering helicopter. Soft love music playing as the screen jumped back to Amy running left and then switched to Ian running from the right. Finally the two of them crashing into one another as the romance music stopped. They look at one another and circled halo of tiny red love hearts began to spin around their knotted heads.
“Then on Friday, we’ll go see an action flick.” Amy slipped the liquid blemish into her purse. “You were telling me about PR Man.”
“Yes. Last Saturday one of my best friends since high school got married. I catered her wedding. I built a nice purple, pink, white and green three-tiered cake. Then while trying to avoid any drama with the bridesmaids, I stood far in the back as Cynthia tossed her wedding bouquet. I don’t know how it happened but I accidentally caught the wedding flowers.”
“You’re next in line to get married then,” Amy lectured.
“About that tradition…I
“Love happened!”
I sat down for a second at the chair along side of the wall, like a guests. I reached into my Oxford laptop bag, “I found this new liquid blemish foundation. It will cover that bruise in a second.” I pulled out the foundation.
“That’s okay. I wear my love proudly.”
“You’re only scaring me before my Personal Ad meeting with PR Man and Lover’s Dance later on tonight.”
“Who?” Amy said, in her cool non hysteria voice, as she pulled out a mirror and lifted her black bang that almost covered the red-looking knot.
I slapped my tube of liquid foundation on her desk. She snapped it up and quickly started applying it. “I really should save this for him. The knot on the left side of his head is even larger than mine!”
I burst out laughing. “He got a bump on the head, too. That’s much better.”
Amy giggled. “Thanks. I don’t know what I was thinking. So I fixed my helicopter. I flew it higher and higher, then over the pond, by the dog park section. As I tried to bring it back from over the pond, it started wobbling and sputtering. I was afraid some huge dog would chase after it like a ball and the carnage would be massive. So I ran and ran all the time pressing the direction button three hundred degrees. Then bang! This cute boy walking his poodle crashed right into me.”
“That must have hurt,” I said waving away the liquid blemish foundation tube. “You keep it.”
“He apologized as his dog went running where I came from and my helicopter came crashing down on the other side of the pond in the dog park. We sat on the ground laughing, him holding a broken leash remnant in hand and I holding my helicopter remote control. Then I asked him out!”
I laughed. “Surely this younger generation did have different minds. You’re brave.”
“I figured someone named Ian Olmedo couldn’t be a stalker...oops....”
“I’m not afraid of a stalker, Amy. I had a bet— Go on finish your story and I’ll tell you mind.”
“And Ian said yes!” Amy clapped her hands like a little girl at a tea party. “He didn’t call me a slut or whore or think I was only after his body. Like most guys do.”
“That’s wonderful, Amy. Every girl wishes they’d experienced love at first—”I hesitated to say it—”crash?”
“Yup. Love at first crash.” She giggled some more.
I tried not to laugh. I laughed softly at Amy’s crazy boy-situation.
“Tonight we’re going to see a movie, something drama and girly. You realize standing side by side to Ian, both of us will look like a twin-headed Minotaur, his growing horn on the left and my growing horn on the right.”
I double over with laughter as a slow motion scene flashed before my eyes. Ian stares down being dragged by his mid-sized out of control poodle; and Amy gazing skyward, chasing after her sputtering helicopter. Soft love music playing as the screen jumped back to Amy running left and then switched to Ian running from the right. Finally the two of them crashing into one another as the romance music stopped. They look at one another and circled halo of tiny red love hearts began to spin around their knotted heads.
“Then on Friday, we’ll go see an action flick.” Amy slipped the liquid blemish into her purse. “You were telling me about PR Man.”
“Yes. Last Saturday one of my best friends since high school got married. I catered her wedding. I built a nice purple, pink, white and green three-tiered cake. Then while trying to avoid any drama with the bridesmaids, I stood far in the back as Cynthia tossed her wedding bouquet. I don’t know how it happened but I accidentally caught the wedding flowers.”
“You’re next in line to get married then,” Amy lectured.
“About that tradition…I
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