The first time I saw David, I thought he was a complete tool. He had a huge ego, was loud, brassy, and much too colorful for my quiet personality. He intimidated and frightened me, and for some reason, he pursued me romantically. Everywhere I turned, he was there, ever pleading for my phone number or even the the chance to take a walk with me. I would always come up with new excuses to turn him down and evade him, but he was relentless.
Then one day, I found a lost earring of mine half-buried in the thick carpet in my office. Congratulating myself on the find, I headed out to the car. I started my engine and pulled into reverse, and at that moment, my earring poked through the thin fabric lining my jean pocket and poked sharply into my skin. Distracted, I shoved my hand into my jeans to try and disengage the earring from my skin, whilst still in reverse. There was a dull thud, and to my utter dismay, I had completely smashed the side of David's car. I pulled back into my parking space and opened the door, my face flaming with embarassment. I could feel shame and humiliation coursing through my body as I stepped up to David's car. He rolled his window down slowly as I surveyed the damage.
“Oh gosh, I'm so sorry David,” I stuttered. I could feel tears of frustration pushing through my lashes. I looked up at him and was stunned to see a cheeky grin on his face. He pulled the key out of the ignition and shook his head slowly.
“So,” he started, “Can I get that number now?” Now, I can't imagine life without David. After paying for the damage done to his car, he took me out on a date to New York City. He took me under his wing; under his brash exterior was a man who was just as shy and tender as I was. We weather all storms together; and his constant joking is a reminder to me to enjoy life as it is, and quit worrying about the small stuff, like earrings in my back pocket or a damaged car door.
Pattie Flint, a Seattle native, is currently an editor at a press specializing in hand-bound poetry anthologies. She enjoys swing dancing, running, and Bette Davis movies.