8.28.12

It was a warm august evening, on a trip like many passed. I sat outside a bar in Brooklyn, with a vague idea of how i had ended up sitting outside with the beautiful girl I was sitting next to. She spoke in an Australian accent, and was damn cute. Conversation flowed in lieu of the drinks of the evening running dry. Talk ensued of american habits and ticks, of plans, of trips. Our eyes locked and we exchanged a kiss. She said felt self conscious of the taste of cigarettes on her lips, so I took a drag of her cigarette and said we were even. 

We left the bar with her two friends, hailing a cab to bring us back to their hotel. I asked her if she was going to stay with them, and she said a simple, "maybe." She had a bigger man with her that they called uncle. Uncle was large and hairy, but had a welcoming voice that rendered him all but harmless. Her other friend was smaller statured and also attractive, but not nearly as talkative or assertive. We dropped both of them off at the hotel and they left with a stern warning for her to wake up at 9 AM. 

We arrived back at the apartment I was staying at, hands fondling the dark to find our way to the bedroom. When we approached the bed we began shedding layers. Brief conversation, feverish kissing, we lay tangled together. We kissed madly. When we began to shed more layers frantically, while kissing and making our way back into the bed. 

Many hours later I awoke in a daze next to her graceful nude body, jarred awake by a ringing phone. I looked to see that we were an hour late to wake up, so I wake her. She hops up immediately, dressing herself in a panic, speaking of how she had no phone and had to hope that her friends were still in Central Park where they were to meet up and eat mushrooms. She rushes to the door, barely giving me time to put on pants and a shirt, and kisses me at the door with a short goodbye. She rushes off to hail a cab, and I, dumbfounded, head back to bed. Hours later, sitting on a subway train, I am still in awe: haunted by her voice, by her scent that clings to my hands, skin. 

If I could only remember her god damn name...