Beautiful is She

Coasting through the mall, smooth as can be, serving finger snacks to lovely elderly women. One of them caught my eye. No folks, she wasnt elderly. It was cinderella, snow white, and beauty-from the beast, and all the other princess’ you can name. She had sparkling blonde hair-shoulder length, a beautiful smile-pearly whites, plump lips with a lightly spread gloss-flavored I had imagined, gorgeous green eyes-with a twinkle that could make a star jealous, girly finger nails- polished and with a crisp cut, and clothes-a black shirt and hip hugging gray dress pants, that accented every curve she had. I was in a state of shock and dismay. Shock because I had never seen a woman so beautiful, so refined, so pure and amazing. The sight of her made my dark outside evening, light again. It was 9:30pm but she was shining like a 1pm summer afternoon. The dismay came from the time lost talking to her while stroking the ego of 50’s something ladies, who all though were very nice, had all ready seen there day in the sun. Still in a military state of mind, I knew I had to move into action quickly. Tench-Hut, Forward march right into her heart. At this pinpoint in time, I had realized she too was an employee. I saw an uppity woman move in her direction, use two fingers to grasp a sliced turkey wrap from the princess’ platter and sternly ask, “what is this exactly young lady?” Baffled and confused streamed down the “young ladies” face. I had to make it my special duty assignment to rescue her from this mid-mall snacking terrorist out to serve the purpose of pointlessly questioning the beauty. I glided across the isle as if to moon walk, ducking through the make-up artist and dodging the high dollar jewelry tables to save her. Before a mistake could even slip her glistening lips, I slid up next to her like a cool breeze and said “well ma’am, thats a turkey wrap, sliced thinly for your snacking pleasure.” The smile on beauties face covered up the confusion quickly “yeah, yeah” she said to the elder woman, “it uh, it’s a turkey wrapped sliced thinly for your, uh for you to snack on.” The woman then disappeared into the crowd. But beauty, with a crackling giggle said “thank you” with a smile before she moved on to the next human that wanted to try a thinly sliced turkey wrap. Onward into the night, a pal encouraged me to speak to the princess like individual who was now behind the perfume counter. Just the thought of it… I couldnt do it. I had to do it. Get over there. I started on my way. Palms were sweaty, Knee’s weak, head got heavy. What would I say? What would she say? She all ready said “thank you”, wasnt that the best i could hope for? I couldnt get an actual princess to verbally communicate with me. No way. Or could I? Now standing in front of her, my brain is communicating with itself and I look dumbfounded as I stand silent in front her. Good thing my brain wasnt telling my mouth to drool, I couldnt contend with my internal computer on this night. As we talked, I couldnt get over how soft her voice was… like a fan in front of a window on a cool night. She was perfect. Her name was Delta Zeta, or atleast I thought it was, until my brain sorted that out and told me that her name was Danielle, and her sorority affiliation was called Delta Zeta. The night progressed, but the talking didnt. As any shy guy would do, the talking commenced for just over 3 seconds and i assumed the conversation was over. No pauses of weirdness for me, I did an about-face and was out of there. Like a thief in the night. Not even so much as a good-bye. Later in the night, walking to my car and still trying to figure out what the heck happened, I realized I forgot my jacket. Now I was going to be a real man, oh yeah, i was going to get her number. I was a pimp, a playa, a hustla… from the old school. I could do this. Keep in mind it was about 10:15pm or so and I knew she was probably gone. Im not a pimp, playa, or hustla… only a dork. I got my jacket and with a powerwalk fled the scene of what I felt was a crime. It had to be a crime, probably a felony in most states. An absolute train wreck is what is was. Though the best was still to come. A family friend worked in that store and she got that number. Which sealed the deal. It was over for me and any hopes I had for “US.” Me and the beauty. What guy has a 40’s something woman get a number for a friend of the family? NO ONE, i was the first one in history. Never been done before. It was over forever…..

Except it wasnt…. and 3 1/2 years later we are still together and happier than ever. Furthermore, she is still most beautiful!

I love you Danielle Nicole Erdman. That is forever!

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