to
participate. One of my friends from work tried several times to get me to go
out on the town with him, and I tried. I even went home with a girl one night,
but since I didn't know her, I found the whole experience distasteful. However,
it did give me a release for a short while.
One cold and cloudy
Saturday in early December, I was walking around town after breakfast at the
Fleetwood, an old-fashioned diner on Ashley Street. As the rain began, I
slipped into one of the new co-op stores cropping up on the west side of town.
The smell of fresh baked bread assaulted my senses as soon as I opened the
door.
"Hey, come on in
and get dry," a friendly voice greeted me from behind the counter.
I looked up while
shaking water off my jacket and found myself gazing into the biggest set of
brown eyes I had ever seen. When I investigated more, I saw that the eyes were
attached to a very open and welcoming face. Blonde hair cascaded down to the middle
of her back. Her tight white t-shirt would leave nothing to the imagination if
she should step into the rain outside. I noticed right away that she wore no
bra.
"Hi, yourself. I
guess I got caught in a downpour," I said.
"How about some
coffee?"
"Sure," I said
as I looked around the warm room. The ovens dominated the back part of the
store along with long tables covered with bread pans and large bowls. The soft
lighting in the retail section showed off the bread-filled glass cabinets now
separating my beautiful rescuer and me. Yeast-rising bread aroused me, as I
felt surrounded by female fertility and tranquility.
"I'm
Kelsey," she said as she brought me a small cup of steaming warmth.
"Ed. Nice to
meet you." I extended my hand.
"What brings
you here on this bleak day, Ed?" She pulled up a stool next to mine. The
customers weren't exactly knocking down the door to get inside.
"Just ate at
the Fleetwood and decided to take a walk. How come there aren't more people in
here on a Saturday morning?"
"We had a rush
about two hours ago, but nothing since. Most people don't like to come out in
weather like this." She grinned at me.
"But see what
they're missing? The chance to sit in here with you and drink the best coffee
in Ann Arbor." I grinned back.
"That's right!
They don't know what they're missing, do they? What do you do when you're not
walking in the rain?"
"I teach
English at PHS," I said. In the past, this admission had brought
unpredictable reactions from disdain to awe to fear, but when I looked at Kelsey,
I saw her friendly smile widen.
"Great! I loved
English in high school. I had the biggest crush on my teacher, too. When he
read Wordsworth, I would swoon."
"Lucky
guy," I said. "Kelsey, are you married?"
"Married? Me?
No way. What about you?"
"Divorced last
year. Would you, I mean, do you ... Let me start again, it's been awhile,"
I said.
"Ed, let me
help. I'd love to." She put her hand on my arm, which helped to settle my
nervousness.
"That's good;
that's fine. When?"
"I'm not busy
tonight. We could catch the new movie at the Michigan."
"Great. Where
do you live?" Girls sure had changed since I had been a part of the dating
scene. I found it exciting.
"Here,"
she wrote her address and phone number. "Call me later, OK? I'll be home
after four."
"Adams Street?
That's right around the corner from me. I live in one of those big rambling
houses on Main Street across from the stadium."
"No kidding?
Aren't you glad football season is over for another year? What a crazy mess! I
have a feeling we were destined to meet."
I grinned foolishly
at her and then bought a loaf of bread before heading out into the darkened
streets covered with the rain of a few moments ago. As much as I wanted to stay
near the warmth of Kelsey's personality, I decided that now would be a good
time to make a break for it.
We began seeing one
another exclusively from our first date that ended at my place. And our second
date began there the next morning over the Detroit Free Press and
participate. One of my friends from work tried several times to get me to go
out on the town with him, and I tried. I even went home with a girl one night,
but since I didn't know her, I found the whole experience distasteful. However,
it did give me a release for a short while.
One cold and cloudy
Saturday in early December, I was walking around town after breakfast at the
Fleetwood, an old-fashioned diner on Ashley Street. As the rain began, I
slipped into one of the new co-op stores cropping up on the west side of town.
The smell of fresh baked bread assaulted my senses as soon as I opened the
door.
"Hey, come on in
and get dry," a friendly voice greeted me from behind the counter.
I looked up while
shaking water off my jacket and found myself gazing into the biggest set of
brown eyes I had ever seen. When I investigated more, I saw that the eyes were
attached to a very open and welcoming face. Blonde hair cascaded down to the middle
of her back. Her tight white t-shirt would leave nothing to the imagination if
she should step into the rain outside. I noticed right away that she wore no
bra.
"Hi, yourself. I
guess I got caught in a downpour," I said.
"How about some
coffee?"
"Sure," I said
as I looked around the warm room. The ovens dominated the back part of the
store along with long tables covered with bread pans and large bowls. The soft
lighting in the retail section showed off the bread-filled glass cabinets now
separating my beautiful rescuer and me. Yeast-rising bread aroused me, as I
felt surrounded by female fertility and tranquility.
"I'm
Kelsey," she said as she brought me a small cup of steaming warmth.
"Ed. Nice to
meet you." I extended my hand.
"What brings
you here on this bleak day, Ed?" She pulled up a stool next to mine. The
customers weren't exactly knocking down the door to get inside.
"Just ate at
the Fleetwood and decided to take a walk. How come there aren't more people in
here on a Saturday morning?"
"We had a rush
about two hours ago, but nothing since. Most people don't like to come out in
weather like this." She grinned at me.
"But see what
they're missing? The chance to sit in here with you and drink the best coffee
in Ann Arbor." I grinned back.
"That's right!
They don't know what they're missing, do they? What do you do when you're not
walking in the rain?"
"I teach
English at PHS," I said. In the past, this admission had brought
unpredictable reactions from disdain to awe to fear, but when I looked at Kelsey,
I saw her friendly smile widen.
"Great! I loved
English in high school. I had the biggest crush on my teacher, too. When he
read Wordsworth, I would swoon."
"Lucky
guy," I said. "Kelsey, are you married?"
"Married? Me?
No way. What about you?"
"Divorced last
year. Would you, I mean, do you ... Let me start again, it's been awhile,"
I said.
"Ed, let me
help. I'd love to." She put her hand on my arm, which helped to settle my
nervousness.
"That's good;
that's fine. When?"
"I'm not busy
tonight. We could catch the new movie at the Michigan."
"Great. Where
do you live?" Girls sure had changed since I had been a part of the dating
scene. I found it exciting.
"Here,"
she wrote her address and phone number. "Call me later, OK? I'll be home
after four."
"Adams Street?
That's right around the corner from me. I live in one of those big rambling
houses on Main Street across from the stadium."
"No kidding?
Aren't you glad football season is over for another year? What a crazy mess! I
have a feeling we were destined to meet."
I grinned foolishly
at her and then bought a loaf of bread before heading out into the darkened
streets covered with the rain of a few moments ago. As much as I wanted to stay
near the warmth of Kelsey's personality, I decided that now would be a good
time to make a break for it.
We began seeing one
another exclusively from our first date that ended at my place. And our second
date began there the next morning over the Detroit Free Press and
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