Such is Life
Ruthie,
I really had no idea who you were. You stumbled upon a bearded man photographing the roman candle jousts. Almost instinctively, you challenged one’s ability to photograph in that little light. I graciously accepted, and you conceded – such is life.
We got to talking, your name’s Ruthie, mine’s rdub. Nice to meet you. You slide in closer.
The joust is over, but I’ve long since lost interest. The warmth of your body replaces my desire to photograph with my desire to touch.
Walking away with you, I think do myself: “dare I?” I do.
My hand reaches yours and offers a challenge. You graciously accept. Such is life.
A smile creeps across my face.
“Wine?” you offer. My smile widens as we walk towards your car, ironically parked in the middle of an alkali dessert. A large bottle of red wine greets us at the car.
We make small talk as you remove the cork.
Only in this dessert can you get away with pouring wine into an empty beer bottle; only in this dessert can that be sexy. Or maybe it’s you who make it sexy.
We wander over to the Phoenix. My arm wraps around you, finding first your hips, then your stomach, then the bottom of your breast. Your skin feels so soft and warm in contrast to the harsh dessert.
I’m lost in thought as you stop short and turn to face me – your eyes are so large and bright, even at night in this light.
I think, “dare I?” I do.
I lean in, throwing all my past doubts and inhibitions away, kissing you gently at first, then more deeply. My hands find your butt and linger.
We continue to the Phoenix, and stop to watch as they prepare to burn it.
This is where things get fuzzy — too much wine perhaps?
My hands explore more of your body, enjoying every inch. You turn in my arms a few times; facing me now for a kiss, turning away now, pressing back into me while my hands explore you of their own will.
Some time passed, and I awake in my tent, alone but not cold. It’s 4am — too late to go back to sleep, too late to find you again. I stumble out of the tent, get water, rub my eyes, and enjoy the spectacular sunrise — it would have been much better with you to share it with.
It’s 9am now, and I’m breaking camp, and leaving here. The 6 hour drive back to the real world was occupied with two things: music, and replaying that night over and over again in my mind.
You shared your wine, and your love, and I appreciate that greatly — it was just what I needed. My only regret is that I couldn’t give you more. I wish I’d have got your number; you seem like an interesting person to get to know.
On the off chance you read this and remember what I’m talking about, thanks for the wine, the kisses, and the fire — all were great.
Cheers!
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on July 13th, 2006 at 9:07 pm
Things for me rarely go this well. This story is *stuck* in my head…
on July 17th, 2006 at 10:10 am
Sounds like you had a great night man! Gypsy fairy ladies are the ones that capture our hearts like none other. There one minute, gone the next. Just get her contact info next time!