This takes me back to the early 20s version of me and a fine lass named Rebecca. We met at a New Years party, she tall and artsy with some feather arrangement in her hair I complimented. Oooohhh midnight and a proper kiss on the cheek with the promise of a first date to start 1991.
Picked her up for said date a few days later and same hair treatment. She tells me she’s obsessed with birds and always wears a feather somewhere. Uh, ok, no problem, she’s still cute in full light and this just makes her quirky, right?
I was just a few yrs older and we went to a really nice Italian place near DC. She remarks how nice to be out with a “grownup” as she’s finishing college and has been dating “boys”. Nice! Dinner’s great until dessert. The whipped cream on mine reminds her of her last boyfriend. She then tells me in great detail how she stalked him, hiding in bushes near his house to spy, f-ing with his tires and covering his entire car in whipped cream and eggs. “Isn’t that just the funniest?!?”
Check. Please. -@drm38r