She
looked up from her book and glanced at the clock “5:03” she said to herself “The
show starts at 7.” She jumped up “Gotta get ready.” Went to her closet and chose
her black leather mini skirt, red shimmery blouse and black high heeled boots.
She ran to the dresser, dug through her socks and under garments and pulled out
her black pantyhose. On her way to the bathroom she glanced in the half-open door
or her roommate “still sleeping. I’ll wake her up in…clock says 5:10…an hour.”
She brushed her hair, started with her make-up. Looked into the mirror from a
final make-up check, made a funny face of disapproval and began her hair anyway.
“No sense of fixing it, it won’t be any better next time.” Finished her hair and
did another check mirror check. “Oh well. Nobody ever looks at me twice anyway.”
Looked at clock, once again, as she walked by “Shit…6:20.” She ran
into her roommate’s room and shook her awake.
“What…huh…Oh”
her roommate said groggily as she wiped her eyes.
“You
gotta get ready its 6:20.”
“Cough,
cough. I feel awful.”
“What?
Don’t tell me you’re not going?!?!” she gasped “I’ve never seen this guy and
wasn’t going to... REMEMBER? You talked me into it…I’m not going to sit there
laughing by myself…that is if
he’s as funny as you say.”
“I’m
sorry.” Jumped up and ran to the bathroom. Gross noises followed.
“Ewww.”
“I’m
sorry. As you can see I can’t go. Go have fun. This guy is hilarious.”
“Fine
but I’m too early now. I’ll be at the bar for a bit.
“Good…go”
She
went into her room and emerged fully dressed. “K…I’m leaving. Bye, hun. Feel
better.”
“COUGH”
Opened door and grabbed her leather jacket all in one motion. She headed
to the bar for a few drinks. Then left for the theatre 10 minutes before the
show. Bought some water and took her seat.
The lights
went dim and the music started. Everyone stood and applauds. And in bounced
a man in a skirt, heels, and make-up. “Oh my gawd” she whispered to herself
“what did she talk me into?” Her misconception soon faded as she was brought
to tears by the “executive transvestite”. By the time the
show ended, her cheeks are sore and her ribs hurt.
She began
to leave and noticed everyone heading the opposite way. And overheard a couple
saying “stage door is over here maybe we can get and autograph.” She considered
following the crowd to stage door, but decided against it. She exited the theatre
and went toward her car when she saw a very attractive man standing on the sidewalk
on a cell phone. He signaled for her to wait, which she did, against her better
judgment. He hung up the phone and came to talk.
"Hey,
sorry if I scared you. My ride is held up in traffic. Is there anyway you can
give me a lift?” he said with a very calming British accent.
“Hmmm.
I don’t really know. I really don’t think I should.”
"Please…here
what if you called someone and gave them my description? Then if you turn up
missing they’ll find me?” he flashed a sexy smile which combined with that damn
accent she couldn’t
refuse.
“I
suppose”
He
handed her the phone and she called her roommate. The machine picked up “…beep…”
And she turned away so this guy didn’t hear her. “Hi, it’s me. I’m being crazy
and taking a guy home. He’s got
short hair with frosted tips. A Brit accent. Kind of short, very sexy and has
the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen. K, keep this in case I’ve been kidnapped. Hugs
hun. Get better.”
“Thank
you so much. You don’t know how I appreciate this. By the way my name’s Eddie.”
He says as she led him to the car.
“Oh,
like the comedian in there?”
“Yes”
he said blushing a bit, but not saying anything else.
“Must
be a lot of Eddies in England.”
“Yeah
I suppose so.”
She
unlocked the door as Eddie says “I’m not really tired. Do you wanna do something?”
he paused “erm…with me?”
She
blushes “Umm yeah sure” she said with a tiny giggle. “But what?”
“Well
we can go to that amusement park on the pier of…erm…what’s that beach? It’s
near here?” suddenly the answer hit him “Santa Monica!”
She
jumped a bit “oh yeah ok. Please don’t shout when I’m driving”
“Erm…sorry.”
They began to drive towards Santa Monica. As they drove closer they
saw the lights of the park. The Ferris wheel was going around and everything
was all twinkly. At the park Eddie paid and they enter. The Ferris
wheel was the first ride. Eddie slipped the operator some cash to stop their
bucket at the top. They climbed aboard and got situated, then waited for the
others to get on. When the ride started Ed glanced over and smiled his sweetest
smile to which she blushed, again. The ride started, after a few turns it stopped
just as they reach the top. Eddie looked over and moved closer to her. She turned
away in embarrassment from the look in his eyes. Eddie took her face in his
hands and looked deep into her eyes. He gently opened her mouth with his thumbs
and passionately kissed her. They pulled away after a moment and she
smiled and cuddled up to him. The ride began one last turn then stopped and
then they climbed out still clinging to one another. The rest of the night was
a blur.
It was 1 o’clock before they decides to leave, but before they went
Ed convinced her to go into a photo booth. They got their pictures taken. And
stood by the booth keeping each other warm while they waited for the pictures.
They finally developed, Ed takes them and tore the strip of four in half. And
placed one half into her hand with a loving glance.
They left and she drove him to his hotel. He climbed out of the car,
walked to her window and asked to see her pictures for a second. She handed
them out without thinking. And a moment later received them back with a sweet,
gentle kiss. She watched him walk to the hotel and look back once thru the doors.
They exchanged smiles and with a sigh she drove away.
It was
around 2 by the time she got home and she didn’t remember the drive home. Quietly
she crossed the apartment to her room, set everything she was carrying on the
dresser, got ready for bed and fell
asleep.
She woke
the next morning feeling great. Left her room for some coffee, said “Hi” to
her roommate. “I see you’re better.”
“Well hi back. When did you get in last night?” she
answered with a slightly devilish grin. “And yeah must’ve been a 24 hour thing.”
“Dunno
when I got back.”
“You
like the show?”
“Show?!?
Oh yes was very funny. You didn’t warn me about the transvestite thing.”
Her
roommate giggled “Yeah well.”
“I
met a guy. Did you hear the message?”
“No,
I was prolly sleeping.”
“Oh…well.
OH, DO YOU WANNA SEE HIM?” she squeaked.
“WHAT?
You brought him home?!?”
“HAHA.
NO Have pictures.” She says as she walked to her room.
“K
then yeah”
She
returned with the torn paper-like pictures held out. Her roommate took them
and looked down…
“OH
MY GAWD!” her jaw dropped.
“WHAT…don’t scare me like that!”
“This…this…is
Eddie!”
“Wow,
how did you know his name?”
“NO…Eddie
Izzard…the comedian you saw.”
“No
it’s not. He only wears women’s clothes.”
Her
roommate scurried off and came back with computer printouts. “SEE!”
“OH
MY GAWD. That’s him…I was on a date with the guy you like.” She laughed while
she took her pictures back. She looked down at them and smiled. Examined them
closely and got a huge grin on her face remembering. Ran her thumb over the
one of them cuddling, then the one of him touching her cheek looking at her.
And noticed the polish on his nails. Something caused her to turn them over
to reveal…
“Thanx
for the ride. Had a great time. Love ya, Eddie” and what seemed to be his phone
number in
England.
She
looked up from her book and glanced at the clock “5:03” she said to herself “The
show starts at 7.” She jumped up “Gotta get ready.” Went to her closet and chose
her black leather mini skirt, red shimmery blouse and black high heeled boots.
She ran to the dresser, dug through her socks and under garments and pulled out
her black pantyhose. On her way to the bathroom she glanced in the half-open door
or her roommate “still sleeping. I’ll wake her up in…clock says 5:10…an hour.”
She brushed her hair, started with her make-up. Looked into the mirror from a
final make-up check, made a funny face of disapproval and began her hair anyway.
“No sense of fixing it, it won’t be any better next time.” Finished her hair and
did another check mirror check. “Oh well. Nobody ever looks at me twice anyway.”
