Smitten

1.smitten

To be really taken or pleased by someone.

After a few dates with Rob, Sarah was smitten as a kitten.

2. smitten

the feeling of total happiness around someone you are falling in love with or, someone you are already in love with.

Sherrie was smitten with Johnny sitting next to her on the bus ride.

http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=smitten

I was smitten.  

I don't really use such words but yes, that is what happened.

Shy....

Hanging out a bar owned by a classmate, minding my own just cooling.   My classmate, the ever gracious host introduces me his crew at the place.  The last one I met was this woman called Katherine (maybe her name but maybe not)

Katherine had that magical aura, the kind that posses a gravitational pull.  Her smile lit up the place.

Boom. Angels DO fall from heaven.

We chat. I compliment her to high heaven (and mean it).  Katherine emits that radiant smile and get to know more of her.  She floats among her friends and all share a laugh.  

I am smitten.

Poetry was in motion (that guy "dancing by himself" was certainly  not).

The admiration poured.  Never have I in recent memory been so charmed like some kind of voodoo. Her figure was perfect, she felt fat. She sure did not look her age and was completely elegant.  Her hair simply short but still looked magnificent.   She was a mother.  A hot one.  Her smile was bright.  An angel.

In my age, it's gloves off for this rodeo.  No more of that suave, swashbuckling, sideshows. HONESTY. Lay it down and lay it straight.

So I did the cool swashbucklingly desperate middle age ninja maneuvers.  I  "swashbuckingly":

Cut her a line for the toilet, politely off course. Took pictures of her and myself, repeatedly reminding her of her beauty that she modestly denies. And the "crem brulee".....

I ask her out for coffee.  I even "swashbuckingly" asked permission from her older sister AND her husband to take her out.  I figured it would be the best thing considering an earlier incident where I was in the toilet and her older sister bangs the door calling Katherine, and was there all alone taking a piss.  

All attempts were in direct violation of the reference material "Debonaire for Dummies".  Pathetic.

I am smitten.

Together with another fine lady I met at the place celebrating her birthday I openly admitted to Katherine that she was the type of woman that will make me break in a pawnshop at 2:00 am to get a ring and its Viva Las Vegas if she actually asked me to marry her that instant.

Strange thing is I would have done it. In a heartbeat, maybe even twice on Sundays.

That was slick.  Whatever works right?

My classmate is hammered. We hang out at his place after taking his friend home. He even somehow directs traffic on the way back.   At his place, I stare at the pictures earlier.  It was real.

She was real.

And again I am smitten.

This experience is wonderful.  I learned more about myself.  At my age there are still women like Katherine for me.  The ideal. Maybe unrealistic to even dream of pursuing but definitely worth the shot.  I made mine,  I don't regret it.

I am glad to know that I am still human, capable of being attracted, and instantly at that to such cool women like Katherine. They actually exist.


All the words I spew, I meant them all.  Katherine feels that.

My bud the bar owner saw it and he believes it, plastered and all.

She is Heaven and I am Earth.   I gave her my contacts, I added her on FB.  Hell, I gave my contacts to her older sister as well.  I pleaded with her to let me see her again.  Pleaded.

I never got her number.  I sent her the pictures via email.  Sadly she leaves in a few days. I hope she answers.  I hope to see her again.

I wait.  I can't sleep.  I write this piece.  I miss her already.  I wait with a smile.  I gave it a shot, sans gloves.  It was worth it.

I thank God for this glorious day.  As my FB status read: "There is a reason for everything.  Angels DO fall from Heaven.".

Last night I met one.