I couldn’t sleep that night – I was nervous. I was supposed
to spend a good lot of time with this beauty tomorrow. You know you have to prepare
a lot for a date and I did not want to goof up for the zillionth time. I know
bikers are dim-wits but I was hell bent on getting this one right – you don’t get
such chances every other day right?
They said she is bad-ass, but, I still went on reading about
her. Frankly, it was seemed as if I was going for a lot more than I could handle.
Her very potential and its enormity got to the nerves of even the best – and I
am just a mere mortal – a beginner. I needed some sleep. You don’t want to go red-eyed and yawning half through the day. I somehow close my eyes trying to
fend away the thoughts. I knew it would be a long tiring day ahead and I should
be at my best to even be considered – forget making even an impression.
There she was, dressed in bright sparkling green mixed well
with touches of black. Her eyes were big and focused. Her voluptuous curves
were to die for and not even the cork-screw1 could match the mix of
their diversity and insanity. Her stance was well spread and planted, just like
a predator preparing to pounce. Spell bound at her first sight, I could not
decide if I was in awe or love!
I started the day with my poker face – holding my nerves -
trying my best not to blow it. Surprisingly, she turned out to be
sweet-tempered. Beyond her daunting façade, she was actually very easy to get
along. As the day progressed, the grin on my face started getting wider. I was getting
in to my element and pushing myself to go further and at the same time probing
cautiously. The catch is not to get over-ambitious and rub her the wrong way
lest you get thrown out.
But then, I had my set of charms too! Soon, she started
loving the way I was treating her. (You have to learn these things over time or
you end up alone on some bed2). It is real fun when you meet
‘someone’ new and you know that ‘someone’ is certainly out of your league and
you still prod on that treacherous path trying to win over. In spite of a
string of failures under my belt, I always look out for another opportunity to
get it right.
By the end of the day, I was pretty much there. I knew how
far to go (and it wasn’t even getting her miss a beat). I knew I was doing my
best as we floated around, cutting through the crowd. I wanted to go unspotted,
but then, with someone like her, you are going to get noticed. And when that happened, I absorbed every bit of the lime-light in the most gentlemanly way I could.
It was evening and she had to go back and I could not stop
myself from being sad. I was just getting to know her and probably needed some
more time (count them in years) to get into her league and I knew we would have
a ball together. As I left her, I was engrossed in thoughts – thoughts about
life as such (No - I am not going to cry).
Ta-da!!! Happy realization!
I agree that super-models
are something you always aspire to have. But then, what is the point if you
cannot savour the company – except that you have something to boast about! (It’s
a different case for the ‘experts’). For somebody like me, it would better to
date the girl next door while I inch my way up to the ‘expert’ league. I am
certain it would be a lot more fun!
PS : All this while I was talking about the lady in green –
the Kawasaki ZX14R – the mothership of motorcycles across the globe!
1 – Cork Screw : Laguna Seca
2 – Hospital Bed
