Nausica

I finished my drink with a cloud of dissapointment.  Was she with a group of people? If that was the case, then maybe I was just another guy. I paused for a moment with that thought. Then I felt someone enwrap me in a warm embrace behind.

“Daniel, I was worried you had better things to do. I waited forever at this bar for you. I thought the gentlemen was suppose to find the lady!”

It was loud so she had to yell it in my ear. I could feel her warm breath on my the back of my neck.

“I searched every part of this bar for you. I don’t know how I missed you! I’m so sorry!”

            “After sitting at the bar for so long, I had to go to the bathroom, maybe that’s when you missed me here. It’s okay. You can make it up to me by dancing with me!”

            Her voice was ringing in my ears. I turned to get out of my seat and saw how dazzling she looked tonight. Her cheeks were rosy with joy as she grabbed me by the arm and led me in to the crowd. I couldn’t help but notice all the jealous gentlemen looking her way. The crowd felt like electrical currents running through me as we moved together. I might not be able to dance well, but I thought I did. She was so graceful, not a step out of place as she moved and touched me, and grabbed me closer. I wanted to kiss her but I didn’t want to scare her off so I just smiled. Her voice sang out in harmony with the band, which was breathless. There is no sweeter instrument than a woman’s voice. That night we stepped outside and took a stroll through campus. Her cheeks were still rosy, and I’m sure my ears were red. It’s a tell-tale sign of attraction when my ears turn red.

            “Can you walk me home tonight?” She asked, bashing her blue eyes at me.

            “I got this.”

            She covered her mouth to keep from laughing. “Thanks.” She said waveringly. She was feeling silly from the drinks still. “My place is just past the university. It’s a nice walk,” she said smiling.

She leaned into me and grabbed my arm as we walked. Her hair smelled so pleasant. My heart was like a violin and she was playing it so well.

            “Daniel, I don’t get it,” she said with a cute, wrinkled brow.

            “What don’t you get?”

            “Why you are single. You’re handsome, intelligent, and fun, yet you’re single.”

            “I believe we all come to a point in our lives where we need to do some soul searching, and that required some alone time for me.”

            She leaned in more and tightened her grip. “Why don’t you come to the university?” she asked convincingly. “You speak of Homer, Plato, and Aristotle, it’s a culture of learning. You’d love it. I’m sure they have a philosophy club here for you.”

            “Maybe someday I will, but before I begin something, like a university education, I feel as though I must have an aim in sight. I agree that a culture of learning is great for molding a sound mind, but I want to have purpose first”

            “Become a philosophy professor!”

            “I look at the men who surround me at the table every Saturday and I don’t know if I have what it takes. They’ve dedicated a life time of study to get where they are. Frank, the resident philosopher, seems to know everything, I just don’t know how one gets there.”

            “If you spent some time learning everyday you’d get there, too. Academics are not born, they are taught.” She said knowingly.   

            “Still, I’m not moved yet. I feel arrested by all the possible directions I could go. Philosophy, literature, science, and history all attract me.”

            “That’s because intelligent people have many interests. Maybe if you keep on sifting through your interests something will crystalize,” she caringly said.

            The university buildings towered above us with impressive architecture. More impressive was the night sky above us.

            There was a moment’s silence, filling it, she said, “Shoot for the moon and if you miss you’ll end up amongst the stars.” She then reached into her purse and pulled out some chap stick and put it onto her lips. They didn’t seem chapped at all. They were perfect. 

            Her crystal blue eyes then met mine. She looked to be waiting for something but I didn’t know what. She finally gave me a smile and reaffirmed her grip on my arm. I should have kissed her, but I missed my chance. Now she’s going to think that I didn’t want to.

            We finally arrived at her place. It was an old house that she shared with a other women who also go to the university. I stood on her front porch as her arm slipped out of my own.

            “Wait a minute,” she said making the gesture with her hand. She went into her house and left her purse in there and came back out. Looking down she said, “I had a great time with you tonight…” And then she looked up at me. It was arresting. I could never get tired of her beauty, not in a million years. I felt a rush of heat flush my face.

            “Nausica, it was my pleasure. I’ll see you again soon?”

            “That depends on if you’re still single.”

            “I don’t rush into things.”

            “I can tell,” she said with a wry smile.

She then took a step towards me and I to her as I reached and gave her a hug. She wrapped her arms around my neck and said, “Night, Daniel.” She then paused and loosened her arms until they fell at her side.

 “Good night, Nausica. Until next time”

“Soon.”

“I hope so.”

She then gave me a smile and went inside and slowly closed the door.

Then I began my long, arduous journey back to my car. I hadn’t felt this way in so long. My heart beat dithyrambically with stirring emotions. It was a beautiful emotion, one that I never wanted to end. However, what comes up must come down and my euphoria turned into terror. What was I doing with my life?

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