Anna

I just met Anna. We shook hands. I wish I remembered what that felt like.

She was working at Spec's. She was moving bottles of wine.

She approached me. I don't remember if she said anything.

I asked where the local wine is. She asked if I meant Texas. I said, as local as possible.

She showed me the wines and talked about her favorite, by McPherson, from Lubbock.

She said, dry, not as fruity. I said, I like that. And I do. I also like some fruity and sweet wine.

I looked at her eyes and she looked at mine.

I like her face. Her skin is light brown.

We smiled. I said, thank you.

She went to the other end of the aisle and moved more wine.


I looked at the wine for a while, maybe five minutes.

I thought about asking her for more information. I didn't want to make her repeat herself. I did not catch which specific wines she told me about.

I thought it would be nice to choose one that she recommended, but I wanted to make sure Aaron would likely enjoy it, so I got a Malbec by Becker, from the Hill Country.

I also got Kahlua.

I went and sat in the car.

I had a strong urge, a strurnge.

I had seen her before at Spec's. Just twice I think. The first time I was with my mom. I don't think I talked to her then, but Mom did. But I liked her, as I told Mom right after we left the store, and I wanted to get to know her. The second time I was alone. I might have gone there only to talk to her. I don't remember buying anything. I think we talked briefly about alcohol. I wanted to ask her out or ask when she gets off. I went back later that night looking for her, but I didn't see her. I didn't know her name. I didn't want to talk to anyone else or give anyone an idea of what I was doing, or what I was wanting to do.


So, because of advice from Aaron, and because I was going to see him in a few hours, and because I am a thinking person, I felt the overwhelming need to approach her and ask her if she wanted to get a drink or coffee. I wrote my name,"Gregory W.", and my cell phone number in blue ink on a white Sonic napkin.

I went inside, focused on getting to her and asking her out. I noticed her looking up at me.

I stood in front of her. Some wine was on the floor between us.

She stood and looked at me.

I said I was wondering if she wanted to get a drink sometime, or coffee.

My voice was weak. My body was weak. I felt myself blush.

She smiled and said yes.

I think I saw her blushing.

She put her hand out and said her name.

I think I said my name was Greg. I shook her hand for a second, but I don't really remember doing that.

I said, here's my number, and I handed her the napkin.

I said, I hope to hear from you soon, or something like that.

Then I left.

I felt unreal.

I was trying to think clearly, but I was still so nervous and my mind wandered and worried about how we would proceed and what I should say. I wondered all about her, and what the best things to do  as people. I still do.

I typed this to get a better perspective and to think more clearly.

Remembering this made me nervous again.

I want to talk with her and be authentic and attentive and comfortable and curious. I want to love her unconditionally. I want her to love me unconditionally.

I hope we get along well and have a life-long relationship. I hope we want to be together and we spend just the right amount of time together.



I think she was excited that I asked her out.

I think there is more than a 50% that she will contact me today.





I wrote all of the above yesterday.

She did not contact me yesterday.

I hope she will in the next week though.

I have been thinking about her a lot.

I wrote a prose poem or short personal essay about her and myself.