Spiked Wine

Classes were getting underway for the new semester. I sat near the back of the lecture hall for an American Lit class which was covering the writings of Hemingway and Faulkner. As I sat there waiting for class to begin, an absolutely stunning little blond took a seat about three rows down and a little to my right.

Wow! She was real slender with long blond hair and a body to die for. I was mesmerized. This girl had it all – perfect breasts, long, long legs and awesome looks. I couldn’t believe that this was the first time I had seen her on campus.

The lecture began with the professor talking about one of Hemingway’s characters who appears in several of his short stories. I got the feeling that Nick Adams was actually Hemingway in his younger years. But I had trouble listening to Professor Bloom with that goddess sitting right there.

Time seemed to drag on as I waited for the bell. I just had to meet this girl. Finally the class ended, and everyone got up to leave. The way things worked out I was unable to even get close to her. When I got to the hall, she was gone – vanished into thin air. I looked both ways, but just like magic she had disappeared.

So I devised a plan. On Tuesday I’d move down a couple of rows and try to get a seat right behind her. Well as the Scottish poet Robert Burns put it in his poemTo aMouse, “the best laid schemes of mice and men oft go awry, and leave us nothing but grief and pain”. I changed my seat location, and so did she. That day she was with some friends on the entire other side of the lecture hall.

Classes met three times a week, and it took me three weeks of this cat and mouse stuff to finally get close. It seemed no matter what I did she unintentionally outfoxed me. I tried everything, but could never get face to face with her. But then it just happened. I ended up sitting directly behind her in the very next row. As she stood up to leave the lecture hall, she dropped some papers back into her seat. She didn’t notice it, but I did. This was my chance.

“Excuse me, Miss. Hey you, the cute little blond. You dropped these.”

Finally I had her attention. I handed her the papers and had a moment of perfect eye to eye contact with her. She smiled.

“Are you in a hurry to go someplace?” I asked. “Maybe we could go by the college union and grab a Coke.”

“I’ve got a class down in Fitzelle Hall, but I’ll meet you there at four.”

“Great. I’ll be waiting. Oh… I’m Jason.”

“I’m Savannah. See you at four.”