The Odd … Bold, Shameless Girl Encounter
Tuesday, June 9, 2009 1:08:07 AM
So, my Opera Community Peanuts Gang Honorary Texan friend Lucy (lovinmalamutes) commented last night that because we all endured such frustration, stress, anxiety, panic and hardship in general last night because of the OC being down … I should turn those frowns upsidedown with some typical Carlos Adventure entertainment. Lucy put in an order for some thigh-slappin', howling, hilarious FUN. Let me see if I have the ingredients to cook up that order. Let me look in the fridge. Ahhh! Why yes, I do have some eggs … some Silly Putty Eggs, that is. Perfect!
On this week's Post, I will regale y'all with a short story, another one of my flashbacks.
I was at a concert at the coliseum here in the Big City back in the early 80s sometime. I was chilling out way up in the bleachers. A couple of my favorite Biggie Tejano Bands were playing that night. While the floor was packed with people, there was plenty of spacious seating available in the bleachers. I was minding my own business enjoying the great music. With my propensity for detail, as my friend Peppermint would confirm, somehow I scoped out way in the distance what were these 2 girls and a guy unmistakably looking in my direction. Yes, even though I was way up there in the bleachers and they were down on the floor. I thought to myself, "I could be wrong, but that certainly looked like a very curious, up to who knows WTF, gawking at me Alert." I kept enjoying the music, while at the same time out of the corner of my eye keeping tabs on the mysterious trio's whereabouts. After a couple of minutes, there was no mistaking observations now. The trio was definitely making its way up the bleachers and towards me. I did my best to remain conveying an aura of nonchalance and Coolness … so Cool I could have cooled the entire coliseum.
The mysterious trio of 2 girls and a guy was finally right next to me. One of the girls just up and gets to the point in about the most blunt, point blank, in yer face manner that anyone could get with anything. Speaking in Spanish, the girl goes, "¡Hola! ¿Me puede dar un beso?" Translated into English, that means, "Hi! Can you give me a kiss?" Yes! Just like that. No beating around the bush. No sugar-coating. No innuendos or metaphors. No let's play 20 Questions. No playing Charades. She just let'r Rip, I tell ya! Keeping it in Spanish, not certain that I heard the catching me completely off guard, odd, BOLD and intrepid request, I inquired, "Excuse me?" Unfazed, without hesitation, without any second thoughts as to what she might have gotten herself into, the girl looked me in the eye and with full confidence reiterated, "¿Me puede dar un beso?" Yep, she again eagerly served me a Big Bowl of "Can you give me a kiss?"
Now, while my intrepid, Carlos Kiss-seeking, Carlos Kiss-needing Secret Admirer wasn't a Dog … a Hot & Sexy, Nice-BOD-ed, irresistible, Sit on my Lap, Toss your Wild Hair all over my face and let me make your Kiss Wish come true as we hear Dream Weaver in our heads … BABE, she wasn't. I'll keep it translated in English now. So, my instinctive response to her succinct request was a simple, "Just like that?" Still a bundle of determination, undeterred and her eyes with nary a blink of wavering confidence, the girl adamantly replied, "Just like that!" As my Post's title indicates, the whole scenario was just sooo odd, bordering on suspicious. If I didn't know better, I'd swear that someone had put her up to it like with a dare. I sure didn't sense that she wanted to actually get to know me. Otherwise, she would have used some more appropriate line than, "Hi! Can you give me a kiss?" She didn't seem to have any interest in dancing. Nah! Her whole stunt just smacked of, "Look! Just give me a kiss and I'll be out of your hair." I mean, the other girl and guy with her were just standing there so weirdly, as if some audience expecting to get some cheap thrills by watching some Porn scene or something. I even asked the girl if someone had put her up to this. She swore that wasn't the case. I asked her why then was she so obsessively intent on getting a kiss. She just gave a less than inspiring, "Just because."
I don't know. On a certain level, that encounter with the girl's out of the blue, explicit request would theoretically be flattering. To think that she scoped me out from 50 yards away or whatever lengthy distance it was and she was instantaneously infatuated with me and magnetically drawn to me with more gravitational pull than a galactic Black Hole. And her life's purpose and meaning suddenly became to get a kiss from
The reality was that Osculation Hungry Girl and her cheap thrill-seeking Entourage Duo were starting to freak me out. I finally had to be more overt in expressing that they were now officially invading my personal space and were no longer welcome there. Not that they were to begin with. The Stalker Trio finally left.
There ya go, Lucy! I hope that quenched your thirst for some thigh-slappin, howling, hilarious FUN. And hopefully everyone else was also entertained.