Words Your Father Never Told You. Part 9.

I had never been to this part of town. Everything was lit up, from the smallest corners, to the largest fields. Trees surrounded us, and Christmas lights were in excess at every turn. As if the moon, which was now full and shining bright, wouldn’t unmask this mysterious man, the twinkling lights added an extra touch. They made him shine, brighter, if that was ever possible.
After exiting his car, and walking into the open section of the field, filled with strangers, I could finally get a good look at all his basic outlining features.
His deep voice matched his hard exterior. Almost as tall as one of the trees nearby, and muscular, I would not be shocked if he belong to some sort of fight club. “Pro boxer?” I guessed at some point between the car and field. He snorted lightly and shook his head.
“A dance my lady?” I hadn’t even noticed the music, let alone all the people dancing around me.
I let him take my hand, “Only if I can get some answers.”
He grabbed my extended arm and pulled me close to himself, “Ask me your worse.”
“I got your name, how about age?”
“Ah,” he sighed, “you really don’t remember me.”
It wasn’t a question, more of a disbelief, so I didn’t answer. Just turned my head away as if I was ashamed by this.
“I am twenty years of age. ‘Not too old, not too young.’ as you described it.” That would be something I would say to a guy I chose to flirt with for a night.
“Okay, how did you know where I lived?” I expected him to be embarrassed by this question.
“You gave me your address, as well as phone number, not to mention your life story.” He pushed my body away from his, forcing me to spin under his left arm.
“And you didn’t just call me because…” I slammed back into him.
“I thought this would be more romantic.” He continued to lead my clumsy feat around the grass and gravel dance floor. “Besides, this is just like a dream, isn’t it?”
“Yeah,” I muttered, “just like a dream.” And right then and there, he dipped me, and we kissed. Under the moon, and stars, and all the twinkling white lights. It was perfect, the perfect dream.

“Too bad that’s all it was,” I explained to Alice the next day over chili cheese fries and coffee.
“Maybe it was a sign,” She tapped her cigarette on the glass ash tray, tossing all the ash into the center.
“Or,” I took a big sip of coffee and widened my eyes, “maybe I fell asleep watching some mushy movie, like The Notebook.”
Alice stared in disbelief that I had shot down her psychic feeling, “I know I usually go along with what you say about ‘signs’ and ‘karma’ but today, I just can’t buy it.”
“Well, at least tell me you told James that the whole pregnancy scare was you being a drunken fool.” She snorted and took a long drag from her newly lit cigarette.
I hadn’t told him, I refused to tell him. I would be angry with him, I thought I had a right to be. Me, pregnant, and drinking! As if. I cannot believe he would think I was that irresponsible. Besides, I had better things to think about dealing with.
Alice went on with her stories about boys and clothes that she had seen earlier that day at the mall, and all I could think about was how I wish I could draw. I had this image in my mind since I woke up, of this mysterious stranger in my dream.
Tall, almost a giant next to me. Thick brown hair that framed his face, and was just a bit longer in the back, than the front. Smooth skin, perfectly shaped eyebrows, and a smile that was somehow present on his face, without his lips ever parting.
Dark eyes. Those dark eyes were what I remembered most. They pierced into me, as if they had known me for years. But I had no way to break through that barrier to get to him. Get inside him, and understand what he was thinking.