Once I got away from the girl I've been posting about, those bittersweet 2002 writings, I was doing this, that and the other thing, and without going into details, I ended up working and hanging out all the time at this bar/club in Williamsburg. (This was right before that neighborhood spectacularly jumped the shark!).
I'm not one to fall for the bartender.....just this one time! I was there all the time, every day, every night.....but this was more of a co-worker/friend.....and right away...actually, not right away, but it didn't take too long.....we had a really good rapport.
She was from Toronto, born in Greece. Total classical Greek girl, long straight jet black hair, and dark eyes and full lips, no makeup ever, just a natural beauty....then it turned out she was a Pisces who knew every Dylan lyric like it was scripture, forget it, I'm ready to buy her a ring!!! Super sharp tongue, razor tongue, could put anybody in their place......very smart. Very funny.
I was just emerging from the period where I couldn't even look a girl in the eye anymore! I was now out of that, and this girl seemed like, hmmmm, maybe......
I was very open about it. I just came out and told her, "I think...I think I like you." Ha! What a sap. Well...she had been single for a while, maybe a year....and I think there was something about me she liked.....we took cabs home together every night, for instance, and...we'd talk on the phone sometimes....she'd always say "you're not like all the others", hahaha, I've heard that so many times, like it's the "Thriller" video, and I'm not sure that's a GOOD thing, to hear that! But anyways....
If I wasn't working, I'd go hang out when and where she was bartending, and she'd lean over the bar and talk to me all night when she didn't have to serve a customer, the two of us would be just sitting there, smiling at each other, all googly eyed, candlelight illuminating her face, it was sweet, it was cool....she made me feel like a million bucks, she really did. And at that time in my life, I needed to feel that way.
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One night, I'm sitting there....and she's doing something, I think making a drink or something, I can't remember....actually I think she was chopping limes or something.......anyways....she's wearing a thin white t-shirt, that's JUST barely cropped and riding up....the shirt is right under her belly button.
I didn't even think about it. I took my finger, and I put it right under the shirt.....and with the pad of my index finger....I traced all around the inside of her belly button.....one moderately slow stroke, a perfect circle......causing her to giggle the softest, most adorable tittery giggle, I just coaxed it out of her by touch, and she backed up a bit, laughing....but never looking at me! She never looked up, she just kept on doing what she was doing, smiling, giggling, backing up a bit, and then coming forward again to keep working on those limes....beautiful reaction.
So......it turns out she's ticklish.
Ok, be still, my heart. Settle down!
I remember I went immediately and told my friendgirl who worked out front about it........she said "That's hot!" Ha! Even years later, I started to mention this incident to her and she immediately interrupted and said, "I remember when you did that! That was hot!" Ha!!!!! I can STILL feel what it felt like, weird, right?
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So...now I have this information. Let's review. Ticklish, smart, funny, super cool, brunette Greek Pisces with great taste in music....the more I thought about it, the less I could relax around her!!!
One night, we took a cab from Brooklyn back into Manhattan (where we both lived) (when you could actually afford to live in Manhattan. OR Brooklyn!)
We're in the back of the cab, and.....as I've said...this girl is sharp tongued...she's a wise-ass! She's no wilting violet. I have to MAKE her a wilting violet. And so i did.
I don't remember what she said, but...after being wrapped around her finger for so long....I just said, "That's it!" and put both hands through her parted, open jacket, and sunk my fingers into her body, all ten fingers, spread apart, all tickling her...."NO PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE NO!" that's all she got out, everything after that was helpless laughter, trapped against the window, her knees buckling up and down, her eyes squeezed shut.......trying to twist away, but not able to fight me off either, she was totally weakened, she knew it, and she just giggled, helpless.
Finally she got out, "If you don't stop, I'm going to hit you!" and she said it through the laughter, like...she didn't WANT to hit me, but she wouldn't be help it, like not mad, but warning me it might happen. Like...please, don't make me hit you. At this point, she's almost bent down over my lap.
So I say ok, and let her go, and she's there catching her breath, and composing herself, while I just grinned, looking at her and playing it cool, looking out the window, VERY pleased with myself.
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I think I got her at least one other time, but I can't remember anything about it.....and soon after that, I ended up seeing this pretty Trinidadian girl......but that's a story for another time....
When I look back on this girl, though, I do get a little wistful and think "what might have been", since we connected on many levels........she was the one that got away.......but not until I got her first, know what I mean?
I'm not one to fall for the bartender.....just this one time! I was there all the time, every day, every night.....but this was more of a co-worker/friend.....and right away...actually, not right away, but it didn't take too long.....we had a really good rapport.
She was from Toronto, born in Greece. Total classical Greek girl, long straight jet black hair, and dark eyes and full lips, no makeup ever, just a natural beauty....then it turned out she was a Pisces who knew every Dylan lyric like it was scripture, forget it, I'm ready to buy her a ring!!! Super sharp tongue, razor tongue, could put anybody in their place......very smart. Very funny.
I was just emerging from the period where I couldn't even look a girl in the eye anymore! I was now out of that, and this girl seemed like, hmmmm, maybe......
I was very open about it. I just came out and told her, "I think...I think I like you." Ha! What a sap. Well...she had been single for a while, maybe a year....and I think there was something about me she liked.....we took cabs home together every night, for instance, and...we'd talk on the phone sometimes....she'd always say "you're not like all the others", hahaha, I've heard that so many times, like it's the "Thriller" video, and I'm not sure that's a GOOD thing, to hear that! But anyways....
If I wasn't working, I'd go hang out when and where she was bartending, and she'd lean over the bar and talk to me all night when she didn't have to serve a customer, the two of us would be just sitting there, smiling at each other, all googly eyed, candlelight illuminating her face, it was sweet, it was cool....she made me feel like a million bucks, she really did. And at that time in my life, I needed to feel that way.
*****
One night, I'm sitting there....and she's doing something, I think making a drink or something, I can't remember....actually I think she was chopping limes or something.......anyways....she's wearing a thin white t-shirt, that's JUST barely cropped and riding up....the shirt is right under her belly button.
I didn't even think about it. I took my finger, and I put it right under the shirt.....and with the pad of my index finger....I traced all around the inside of her belly button.....one moderately slow stroke, a perfect circle......causing her to giggle the softest, most adorable tittery giggle, I just coaxed it out of her by touch, and she backed up a bit, laughing....but never looking at me! She never looked up, she just kept on doing what she was doing, smiling, giggling, backing up a bit, and then coming forward again to keep working on those limes....beautiful reaction.
So......it turns out she's ticklish.
Ok, be still, my heart. Settle down!
I remember I went immediately and told my friendgirl who worked out front about it........she said "That's hot!" Ha! Even years later, I started to mention this incident to her and she immediately interrupted and said, "I remember when you did that! That was hot!" Ha!!!!! I can STILL feel what it felt like, weird, right?
*******
So...now I have this information. Let's review. Ticklish, smart, funny, super cool, brunette Greek Pisces with great taste in music....the more I thought about it, the less I could relax around her!!!
One night, we took a cab from Brooklyn back into Manhattan (where we both lived) (when you could actually afford to live in Manhattan. OR Brooklyn!)
We're in the back of the cab, and.....as I've said...this girl is sharp tongued...she's a wise-ass! She's no wilting violet. I have to MAKE her a wilting violet. And so i did.
I don't remember what she said, but...after being wrapped around her finger for so long....I just said, "That's it!" and put both hands through her parted, open jacket, and sunk my fingers into her body, all ten fingers, spread apart, all tickling her...."NO PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE NO!" that's all she got out, everything after that was helpless laughter, trapped against the window, her knees buckling up and down, her eyes squeezed shut.......trying to twist away, but not able to fight me off either, she was totally weakened, she knew it, and she just giggled, helpless.
Finally she got out, "If you don't stop, I'm going to hit you!" and she said it through the laughter, like...she didn't WANT to hit me, but she wouldn't be help it, like not mad, but warning me it might happen. Like...please, don't make me hit you. At this point, she's almost bent down over my lap.
So I say ok, and let her go, and she's there catching her breath, and composing herself, while I just grinned, looking at her and playing it cool, looking out the window, VERY pleased with myself.
******
I think I got her at least one other time, but I can't remember anything about it.....and soon after that, I ended up seeing this pretty Trinidadian girl......but that's a story for another time....
When I look back on this girl, though, I do get a little wistful and think "what might have been", since we connected on many levels........she was the one that got away.......but not until I got her first, know what I mean?
