Second Best Fantasy

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Author: Angela Kelly
B.A.S.S. (Bass Angler’s Sportsman’s Society) T-shirts I hadn’t had an occasion to wear 22
     
    for at least a couple of years.
    “But it’s two o’clock in the afternoon. Any fisherman with half a brain will tell you there is no such thing as fishing except very early in the morning or after the sun goes down.”
    She looked surprised at my seriousness.
    “Just a thought, I didn’t know you were some die-hard fisherman. I just thought it might be, you know, fun. I haven’t been fishing since I was a kid.”
    I tried to imagine her as a kid and thought how adorable and dangerous she must have been. I thought maybe I had hurt her feelings, so I said, “It would be fun. I was just stating one of my many die-hard serious fisherman facts. I know… many.”
    She smiled. What I was really thinking is that no matter what she had suggested for the remains of the day I would have followed her anywhere just then.
    “What would you like to do? You are the host, after all.
    Fishing was just the first thing that popped into my head. I think I have a craving for seafood.”
    The perfect date popped into my head.
    “Feel like taking a drive?” I asked.
    “Where to?”
    I wanted to share more with her. She had already glimpsed my soul less than twenty-four hours ago simply by reading a book I owned and choosing CDs from the wall as if she’d known me for an eternity. I wanted to do something that would at least leave a lasting impression, and perhaps instill within her a desire to see me again when she returned from LA.
    “I am a New Yorker by trade, but I will always be a Jersey girl at heart.”
    She started to sing the Tom Waits song Springsteen had made famous, but I stopped her mid note with a kiss so filled with feeling it had no business being on the lips of a woman I had just met. Throwing caution to the wind always had been a recurring understatement throughout my life.
    “There’s just one thing,” she said. “What should I wear?”
    Sleeping attire was one matter, easily resolved, but Janine and I were by no means the same height or build.
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    “Can’t we just stop by your place? I can navigate my way into my old stomping grounds from any of the bridges.”
    She hesitated. Oh, Christ, I thought. She thinks I’ll stalk her. She doesn’t want me to know where she lives!
    “It’s just that a lot of the time on the weekends there’s so much traffic, I don’t live far from the Promenade, romanticists everywhere on a Sunday afternoon.”
    You’re looking at one , I thought to myself. I’d had many strolls along the streets of the Heights with fantasies of everlasting love in my younger days. It was also an old favorite haunt to write, to be inspired. But, the traffic was a bitch. I hoped her reason was true, and she wasn’t just covering up what I feared.
    Reading my mind, she said, “We can play ‘your place or mine’ when I get back from LA.”
    The words hit me like a slap on the face. I didn’t want to think about her leaving, and didn’t care to ask how long she would be gone. I was sure it would be weeks, if not months.
    I fought off the cracking in my voice and said, “Well, I guess we’ll be going shopping first, before I make an attempt at showing you how much like those damn romantics I can be.”
    We showered separately and dressed quickly, I guiltily in clean clothes, her in her garb from the night before. We did a few lines and took the rest with us. It was good; she must have dealt with the kid in the record store before. Or maybe she just had a lucky score. Or maybe I didn’t partake often enough to know what qualified as “good.”
    Apparently, she did, because as I doubted my own faith in my ability to drive anytime soon, she said, “This is pretty low grade stuff, but I like it. Doesn’t get you all strung out, keeps you nice and mellow.” She giggled a little on the word ‘mellow’. At least I knew she was high and we were on the same ride.
    We floated around the
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