Goddess Of Beauty

The loft on 5th is so cozy says Martha, “I mean I guess”, says Darla, “but how are you ever gonna meet someone there, everyone always has their head down and it’s so quiet, readers and writers blah, it's so unusual to have a place where people go read, study, write or whatever and serves alcohol also”. All the while a girl who uses their imagination to the fullest has always intrigued Martha, while Darla goes on and on about the loft and what she thinks I really want out of a man. Darla doesn't know about me, she keeps pushing for me to find a man. That’s not what I want, I truly long for a woman who curls up with a good book and a nice drink and I just know I’m going to find her.

Snap out of it darla says as she snaps her fingers at Martha. This is why you're single as she giggles. Well I’m off to be single and alone says Martha, “what? Why?” Says darla “so you can go back to the loft right”? Exactly, she’s right, but I’m not gonna admit that to her Martha is thinking as she's walking to her car from leaving darla at the art gallery. Her swedish fiancé’s promoting it, Axels, his name. They are so good together and he definitely makes her happy, but he stole her roommate and now she’s in the business for another, that’s where she's headed, for about 4 Interviews for potential roommates. I really need 2 roommates but then where would I sleep? She says to herself and then she starts falling, sliding and then rolling as if she’s on a roller coaster until she hits something hard that quickly feels soft. She feels like she’s meshing with sand in her head.. sand? Sand! Until it clicks that she is in sand, wet sand. That can’t be my car that was parked here, right? Her forelegs are now getting well meshed with this sticky sand as she starts calling for help, she hears sirens and someone starts calling back to her and she sees a woman with a ponytail jump down into the hole she’s in with a rope around her waist with tattoos on the forearm of her right arm and a flashlight and a uniform. A car honks and she turns into the parking lot of the loft. She sighs as she gets out of her black 87’ Impala, she heads into the loft and immediately spots 2 out of the 4 potentials.

3:30 right on time, Mathew? As she walks up to his table, he looks nervous, possibly uncomfortable, we talk about the possible schedule the place would be on, our expectations out of each other as roommates, our professions, etc… Then he hit me with the “Since were gonna be living together now how much sex should I expect? Oh and before you answer that just so you know once I move in other guys over are out of the question”. I just awkwardly slid out of my chair without another word and happily neither did he. He somehow slinked past me because I didn't see him leave. On to the next, I keep checking my phone hoping he messages early so I can get this over with already… Excuse me, are you Martha perhaps? Her thoughts interrupted once again until she turns and sees where the melodic voice came from, aphrodite Martha says: curls down her back framing her face, gold metal framed glasses on her nose, red lipstick, dark chocolate. Her curves hugged her body as her scent hugged my senses. “No, I'm Seybian, we were supposed to meet at 4:00”. I’m sorry, you looked like someone I know . Holy smokes I thought she was supposed to be a male. I snap out of it quickly and respond, yes, I'm Martha as I stand to greet her and shake her hand. I invite her to sit and we jump into the conversation and she quickly confesses she isn't looking for a place for herself, she's looking for her older brother who is living with her. She says Ugh he so needs some form of his own place, like I cannot keep sharing my studio with my brother. As I can gather he's a pig, he plays his game all day, stays in his filth, eats all her food and contributes nothing. She's not saying those words exactly, she's trying to butter me up, she said he cleans and all, “but it's nothing like how I clean”. At this point in time I cannot even lie to her, it’s a no for me, I replied and said “Im looking for someone completely opposite than who you’re describing actually i'm sorry”. So she put her hand on mines and I caught her gaze into her pretty hazel eyes while the sun was shining down on us and she said well go out with me instead. I nearly melted, me? A date? I finally mustered up the words to reply to her and of course I said yes. Yes I’d like that, “so would I” she replied. Friday at 4:30 pm, two days away, what will I wear? What would she wear? The bigger question is, where are we going?

Two days go by and it's nearing 3:30 pm, 607 - 552 - 4937 calls my phone, I answer it's Seybian, wear something comfy, I can be there a little early if you’re alright with it? Of course I’m alright with it, awesome, “I'll be there in 15”, I’m scrabbling taking off my clothes to find something comfy and cute. I’m thinking jeans, no shorts. I’m settling on leggings. And as I am changing for the last and final time she calls. “I’m outside”, I throw on my lucky sneakers, Grab my backpack purse and run out the door. Lucky for me my house runs along a sidewalk, unlucky for me I slide on a material belt going out the door and hit the deck. “Son of a biscuit eater, that look like that hurt”, you’re laughing, she’s laughing at me, so I laugh also and find the strength to sit up and lean against the wall and sigh. “Wow, you need help up”? Yes please!

So we get into the car and she puts on her favorite playlist and we jump on the freeway headed southbound for about 2 hours, talking and laughing the entire time, its getting dark, when the sky is a beautiful blue, orange cream and purple wisps. We hop off the freeway and stay on the road for 2 miles says the mile markers, and then she slows down and turns on a dirt road where there is plenty of green and trees and grass, the view is amazingly breathtaking. “Do you like it? I nodded yes because I couldn’t decide on which word I wanted to use to describe what I was viewing. I absolutely love this and we get to the end of the dirt road and there’s two big trees and she parks right in the middle to the two of them backwards. She blindfolds me and tells me to stay in the truck for a second, “I have a surprise for you”. All I’m thinking is how do you have a surprise for me in the middle of nowhere in pitch black, but I trust her so I wait. Not long after she comes to open my door and says “you can get out but you have to keep the blindfold on though'', she helps me down safely and she guides my steps and I feel her hands untying the blindfold and taking it off. This view is so different from nature's view, its thoughtful, well put together and unexpected.

“Climb on up”, so I do. I get into the cargo bed and see an array of pillows with matching sets, the colors are vibrant. Gold bulb lights strung up around the edges of the cargo bed and in the middle of the pillows is a camping table with fresh flowers in a vase, a charcuterie board, and a picnic basket. I get comfortable as she opens the picnic basket and hands me a wine glass, picks up another one and pulls out a bottle of Merlot Blanc. She hands me the bottle, Its chilled just how I like it too. So I pop open the wine and pour our glasses as she holds them. We drink, talk and eat and I open my eyes to the sunrise and the most beautiful soul I’ve ever encountered.