Memories are fuzzy, but Caroline and I spent more time together.
We went to bars together a couple of times.
She insisted on driving, and I have a delightful memory of pulling into a gas station and watching a couple of guys become absolutely enthralled as Caroline stepped out of the vehicle.
She was slender and she always wore a trendy form-fitting skirt just above the knee and patterned tights.
As if her natural beauty wasn’t striking enough on its own, she also displayed a mod fashion sense, fitting to my comparison of a certain 60’s icon.
As Caroline stepped out of the car, I also stepped out to go buy something, and one of the young men shouted flirtatiously, “Helllllo ladies!”
I smiled. He was kind enough to address both of us, but I knew it was Caroline he was looking at. She was an absolute knockout. Men stared at her everywhere that we went.
Later on I became friends with someone who had known Caroline for a long time, a girl named Kari.
When I related the story about the guy at the gas station flirting, Kari smiled and said, “There are so many fishermen in love with Caroline in this town. They can’t have her and it breaks their hearts.”
I laughed my ass off and told her that is the most “Juneau, Alaska” thing that I have ever heard in my life. She laughed back and agreed it was true.
It must have been the third time hanging out with Caroline that I finally brought up the question about whether this was a friend thing or a romance thing.
Honestly – deep down, I knew it couldn’t be a dating thing. I hoped that I was sensing that kind of chemistry, but I also felt that I should be pragmatic since the whole situation as I envisioned it was just too good to be true.
First I approached the age difference, something I felt insecure about. I was blunt.
I said, “So…you know that I’m like 30, right? And you are 21…”
Caroline smiled and replied, “I like hanging out with older people. I’m kind of an old soul. I’m actually friends with another lady around your age and she reminds me a lot of you. I can be myself around her and there’s a natural rapport there, just like with you.”
Ah, there we go. Melissa just got friend-zoned. *drum roll and crash*.
But, I had to push anyway. I am me. So, I just came out with it.
“Okay. So, I have a crush on you. Obviously you’re gorgeous, as you know. I am wondering if you are…like…bi….at all? Like, do you only date men?”
I blushed my ass off while saying this. I could barely look at her, I kept looking down at the ground.
A radiant smile spread across her face, then she blushed and started laughing. She buried her face in her hands for a moment, hiding her blush. Finally, she looked up.
Her bright blue eyes looked directly into mine and she said, “No, I’m straight. Sorry. I’m just comfortable with you and wanted to be friends.” She smiled at me a little sadly as I muttered something to the effect that I figured I could never be THAT lucky anyway.
She was so genuinely sweet and charming that I couldn’t take it too personally. Soon enough we moved onto a different topic and laughed together.
*this episode ends*
*the story is not done yet*
Any person stumbling on this will have to go find episode 1 and 2 if you care, because I am not linking it.
I just got through a meal that I did not think I would get down. I did good today on many fronts!
until next time,
Melissa ZeroSpace Pumpkin