After all, the weather had not cooperated. I had hoped for a full moon bouncing its light off the crest of the ocean waves. Tides that would lightly kiss the white sandy beaches. The seashore sounds to provide music to our ears. Instead, I was faced with a cloudy and overcast sky. The clear and warm weather that I had hope for was now replaced with a drizzle that was so fine and so constant that it could almost be called a mist or fog. The white beaches that I knew from memory laid twently feet away were buried in the black of night. The subtle and caressing waves had turned into vicious waves that crashed full force against everything that they could find, the dock, the rocks, and the beaches.
If this was not enough, I started to notice that the dream that I had in my head was not reality. I had dreamed of an ocean-side romantic setting with palm trees swaying in the breeze, and maybe an occasional sea gull in the air. A place where we could walk barefooted across the sand.
However, reality started to crash my dream. While I waited, I saw the fishermen started arrive after a long day at sea. These fishermen were dirty and smelly and talked loudly. They poured their daily catch into the local fishery bins. It seemed that this dock was the gathering spot for the lowest social level of fishermen that talked in the most crude and dirty way possible. Between the spitting of tobacco juice on the sidewalk and the loud cursing and swearing, the romantic mood was drifting away. To make it worse, the fishermen and deadbeats were not hurrying home. They moved from their boats to the local pubs that bordered the docks.
These were not the pubs where a person could hear a local jazz group and enjoy the company of other middle class business professionals. Oh no, these were the pubs where the dim lights were barely visible for the cigarette smoke that filled the air. A place where groups of unshaven and unwashed men huddled in the dark corners to trade tales for the day, and no waitress dare to come near.
The entire experience was almost too much for me. I felt my dream of a romantic and quiet seaside evening dissolving right in front of my eyes. Just whe I was about to give up, I saw her. My heart missed a beat, and my breathing stopped. She was absolutely and without dispute, the most gorgeous lady that I had seen all day. Dressed in a short red miniskirt and red heels, she started to walk toward me.
Just watching her, I could feel my body react to the picture that she supplied. Those soft hips offered an soft and subtle invitation with each gentle sway. Her willingness to flash those long bronze legs with each of her step excited me even more. A red rain jacket hid her top, but enhanced her eyes. Eyes, filled with mischief and mystery, were fastend to mine and never wavered. Even as I stared at her blood red lips that were slightly parted, I could hear the sound of her spike high heels. I could hardly wait for her to finally reach me.
End of Tid-bit