Being of European
ancestory, trying to learn an Asian language
was not easy. I struggle
d to form the sound
s to piece together the word
s. I'm sure my mouth was never engineer
ed to create these sounds, but I had ulterior
motives. I was learning because I am, basically, an information junkie
, because I have to know a little bit about everything
, and because I had the desire to impress
I remember seeing her for the first time on the highway. I was driving behind her in her rusty chocolate brown Volvo station wagon, with the off color driver side fender and the missing front hub cap. As I approached her car in the left lane, I could see her graceful hand on the steering wheel with a cigarette held between the index and second finger. In her rear view mirror I could see her cute chin and beautiful lips. I caught a glimpse of those dark eyes when she looked down at something. I eased off of the gas so that I would pass her slowly, so that I would have time to drink in the beauty of this woman on the road.
I never dreamed that I would be sitting here with her, laughing, touching, wanting. I asked her again how to say the words. I tried to repeat...
Her laugh stuck a deep chord of curiosity in my bewildered mind. "What's so funny? What did I say?" I begged her to tell me.
The laugh trailed off into that giggle that only draws me closer to her. She tried unsuccessfully to stiffle the smile that stretched those beautiful red lips accross her small face. What you said.... was....(she paused and tilted her head so that she was looking at me out the side of her eye and I saw that little glint)
"You are as dazzling as a pregnant cow attired in electrical sockets"
So much for impressing her with my linguistic skills.