Red Haired Brooke

Last night … I saw her at the other end of the bar of my popular little dinner hang out. She was sitting next to her girlfriend, chatting away as good girlfriends do. She had the chair on the other side of her friend which positioned her so I could see her face … beautiful Gaelic features, white, alabaster skin, long RED hair in ringlets, you know, those tight curls, little or no make-up, steel blue eyes, Levis and a sweater. “Oh my God,” I said to myself.

The chair on the other side of her opened up; next to it sat two male friends of mine. I grabbed my wine and made a move for the empty chair. “Hi guys,” I said to my male friends, immediately turning to the red-haired beauty …

“Ladies, please forgive me for interrupting but I’ve been dreaming of you,” turning to my heart,  “and I just had to come over and meet you,” I said as I reached for her hand, which she yielded, invitingly. I brought the back of it to my lips for a sweet kiss. As I did, her face broke into a smile.

“You see, being ½ Irish and ½ Italian, I’ve been dreaming of a beautiful Irish girl with hair and eyes not as beautiful as yours, to fall in love with. In my dreams her name is either Kelly or Erin, tell me it’s you.”

She laughed heartily (another thing I love about Irish women.) “Well, my name is Brooke, but if it would make you happy, I’ll answer to Kelly.”

“That won’t be necessary,” say I, “I’ve just discovered ‘Brooke’ is REALLY my favorite name for my Irish beauty.”

“Why thank you,” she said with a smile.

Oh, it was a grand time we had. I made Brooke and her friend laugh, I laughed … it was a delicious evening.

It came time for them to go. I stood, hugged them and thanked them for the conversation and playing with me. After the hug, I let my hand linger on Brooke’s hip. She pivots and I watched as she walked toward the door, turning once to see if I was watching her, she smiles and waves goodbye …

No, I didn’t ask for her number, she and I both knew she was too young for me … but the dream was close … for 90 minutes, it was close.