I spotted her almost as soon as she entered the bar. Naturally, I did the man-type check out. First, breasts, not bad, about 34 C cups, nicely flaring hips; slim waist; long tapered legs; slim ankles; small feet. Then I looked at her face. She was cute in an anime kind of way. She had long semi-curly blond hair that hung half way to her waist. I was hypnotized. She saw me checking her out and she smiled at me.
She sort of floated up to me. "Hi," she said.
"Wow," I replied.
"You've got a nice complexion and a really good build. I like your hair too," she said.
"You mean you were checking me out?" I mumbled.
"Well, I had to do something while you were checking me out."
Uh oh. An alarm bell was ringing in my subconscious. It said, be careful stupid. She's probably a lot smarter than you are!
"Would you like a drink?" I managed to croak.
"Okay, I'll have a Strawberry Daiquiri," she answered.
"Let's go get a table," I suggested. I took her arm and escorted her to a table in the corner.
I ordered our drinks and smiled at her. The longer I looked at her, the more beautiful she became. We slowly sipped our drinks. About half way down on mine I asked her, "Would you go to dinner with me?"
"You move kind of fast, don't you?" she answered.
"I don't want to scare you; I would just like to get to know you better. I think you are absolutely beautiful and you are easy to talk to. I've never met a girl who just immediately had me spellbound. I want to know you a lot better," I pleaded.
"Is this a date?" she asked.
"It is if you go to dinner with me," I replied.
"It's a date then. Where are you taking me?"
"Do you like seafood?"
"I love seafood."
"We'll go to Ivar's!"
"Okay. Is their seafood good?"
"It's the best in Seattle." So we were off to Ivar's. It was about a ten minute drive and I watched her carefully all the way there. Again, the longer I watched, the better she looked.
We parked under the viaduct and sprinted across the road into the restaurant. "I'd like a table with an ocean view," I told the waitress.
As we perused the menu I noticed that she would look at me every now and then and smile. Then she would drop her eyes back to the menu. It was kind of disturbing, not knowing why she was smiling at me.
"This is going to sound strange, but I didn't get your name back in the bar," I said.
"That's because I didn't give it to you," she replied.
"Well since we are on our first date, don't you think it's time to enlighten me?"
"Sure. My name is Sandy Taylor. What's yours?"
"I'm Duncan Bradford. I think Sandy is a very pretty name. What do you want to do after dinner?"
"If it's not too late, we could take the foot ferry to Bremerton and back."
"That's kind of unusual. Okay, let's do it."
We ordered the food and ate slowly. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her and she caught me staring several times. She maintained a constant smile or maybe it was a smirk. I didn't know and I didn't care. I was just happy to be with her.
After dinner we walked down the water front and caught the ferry. She stood on the foredeck with the wind blowing her hair. I thought she was absolutely spectacular. When we went back inside and sat down my heart was pounding. Her hand found mine. I thought I might have a heart attack. It was so soft and smooth. I looked at her. Her eyes met mine and for a minute I thought/hoped she was going to kiss me.
We got off the ferry and strolled downtown. It was a warm evening with a light breeze coming off the inlet. "We'll have to come here in a car and make a day of it sometime," I ventured.
She squeezed my hand. "That sounds good. When do you want to do it?"
I had no idea that she would even consider the proposal. "Soon, very soon," I croaked.
We slowly walked back to the ferry dock. The ferry from Seattle was just docking. I got our tickets and we boarded. "This was a good idea," I remarked, "Do you often take your dates on a boat ride?"
"Only the ones I am a little afraid of."
"You're afraid of me? Why would you be afraid of me?"
"You seem a bit fast and precocious," she answered.
"I didn't mean to scare you. In fact, I'm intimidated by you," I replied.
"Intimidated by me? Why? What did I do?"
"You were just you. Do you have any idea how beautiful you are? You look like a playboy playmate. I was almost too shy to talk to you back in the bar. Now I'm glad I did. How many boyfriends are snuffling up your tracks?"
"There isn't anyone snuffling up my tracks. Most boys just want to herd me into the sack. You didn't seem the type."