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Mon. Oct. 24, 2005
Mon. Oct. 24, 2005
As I headed down Walker towards Broadway, I was developing a bad taste in my mouth, unsure if I was in for a bad day. I was heading towards a problem, that was for sure, I fix problems for a living, but this was in a hot, steamy boiler room.
It was damp out, cold, dreary, fall was finally here in NY, it sucks. Heading down into the basement was worse, steaming boilers fed twelve floors at this building, and there was a problem. Stripping off my sweatshirt and cursing as I banged my head, I went about fixing it.
Seven hours later, and on the Upper West side I was contemplating another problem, this one created by one of the Tech's I work with. It was going to be a long time here, mostly waiting, nothing I like to do in a hot boiler room. So I decided to make the best of a poor situation.
Years of experience have taught me that a change of clothes kept in your vehicle of choice is always a wise idea, especially if there is a place to clean up. I showered quick and threw on some fresh, albeit wrinkled, clothes, and headed outside into the now pouring rain.
I ended up in a bar two blocks down, staring at a slightly plump, yet attractive asian bartender. She smiled coyly as she got me a beer, trying to make small talk.... I really stress trying, I wasn't being much help.
After about four, maybe five beers, I headed back to check on the building, and the progress being made, then once again headed back upstairs and out onto the streets of Manhattan, ending up this time at a favorite sushi joint.
As I sat looking out into the dark and rainy streets, drinking saki and eating uni, she walked by.
She was delicate, maybe 5'2", blonde hair, and big brown eyes, small, tiny, behind thick black eye glasses that contrasted her tiny stature and pale, creamy skin. Her hair was pulled up into somesort of on the go bun thingy, her clothes straight from work, office type definatly.
She sat down next to me.
I turned and smiled, she made brief eye contact, smiling but turning away, as such girls will do, shy, unaware of the beauty she possessed. When did she bloom? Must have been college, post college, her first year in Manhattan? I couldn't believe that this girl was shy, but the way she pursed her lips and wrinkled her brow, looking at the menu suggested that sushi was new to her, something exotic, but she was here, daring, trying something new.
"Lot's of good stuff on the menu huh?" I asked
She turned and looked at me, smiling, she shook her head ans said "Honestly, this is my first time, I have been told sushi is amazing, and I walk by this place every night, but I finally came in."
Laughing a bit, I helped her navigate the menu, steered her towards some milder selections, hoping she wouldn't be scared by anything.
When her food came out, she almost ignored it, we had gotten to talking about a number of things, but finally she stopped and picked up a piece of maki and awkwardly fumbled it into her mouth. Slightly cringing, she actually smiled and laughed. "This is gross!"
About a half hour later, I got up to leave, the look on her face a little weird, I couldn't place it. I told her I had a long drive and neede to head out, it was getting late for a Mon night. She smiled and said goodnight, adn I headed out the door.
As I drove home I wondered, the look was of some sort of hurt, or longing.
I also wondered, should I have gotten her name?