My Thoughts about You

There's something I can't forget...the way your lips tried sincerely to sound out, pronounce my name. It was coincidental that we met at the campus lounge aka bar with amazing veggie burgers! Over the loud, thumping music...you told me your name..Allen. And my name...Constanuela...you said Constant-wella. It wasn't pretty.

I was walking up to the jukebox and you whistled. I wasn't that dressed up, but I am sure I looked hot. Back in those days, I was wearing miniskirts with boots and  tight tube tops under button down shirts. It would look ridiculous now, but cute then...with my tight abs from swimming and running. My long, black curls surrounded my face and my red, rosy lips looked tough. Except people told me that when I smiled, my whole face transformed and I looked extremely angelic and kind.

A boy walked up to me..not quite a man in many ways. I was 19 and all woman. He was 20 and still very boyish with high top shoes, donning a "Nirvana" t-shirt and Black faded Levis.

You whistled at me right in the middle of a run down campus restaurant pub.  I turned and looked over my right shoulder and was pretty embarrassed. I didn't expect that open kind of hello. You looked at me and made eye contact. You didn't walk away and I started walking backward. A girl to my left smiled and laughed...the place was packed, so it wasn't like many people noticed, but I noticed and those within my two feet radius. You stepped up to the plate...literally, figuratively, and although it was jarring...but looking into your blue, green eyes and  staring at your lopsided, warm grin...I was hooked...and so we dated and eventually settled down together.

We're now living in a house by Bass lake. It's comforting to have you nearby and it's a calm place to live except for the crazy, loud summers when people camp and hike here. I thought we would be a couple of wild things, but here we are...hanging out on a lake..you go work in town and I'm a housewife basically. You don't know, but there's a baby on the way..our baby. I found out it's going to be a boy. I'm sitting outside and the sun ripples through the trees and I feel sensual..wearing my one piece and shorts. I'm only a month pregnant. You have always wanted a child and here's to hoping you will be just as eager as I am to see our first born, but the minute after I have our little one...who I affectionately call, "my heart," I want to move somewhere...not into a loud, crowded city like New York, but at least a bigger town...a place that has some small town charm and open space...and since this place bores me to tears...I don't look forward to our son's reaction. Nature is good, but not if you are wanting raise a little man... while we learn to love one another with that rush of passion again...