And there we were, attending that high school seminar at a top school back then. l knew it was long overdue so l needed to finally have a girlfriend for myself.
l had turned 18, my loins beginning to get the better of me; my longing heart having fed enough on the denial. My mind always projecting into the fantasies of a would-be relationship; I now wanted to feel it; to experience the exhilarating thrill of whatever I had heard.
As l aimlessly ambled through the neat, cut clean walkways just at the stroke of lunchtime, away from the rigorous European history discussions, amid the sweltering heat and blasting winds, from a distance I could spot a rare royal-peacock gait of majesty.
She moved closer and closer with splendor and grandeur, elegance and grace; the vicious winds landing heavily on her soft mellowing skin. H
“Hello…”, I murmured after I came closer to her into touching distance.
“Hey”, “Do I know you?” she replied with a bit of uppity, shocked by my audacity perhaps.
Behold, I was now still trying to process the outright marvel of a spectacle before me. I had not met a sweeping beauty of such amazing magnitude.
In my life, I had not witnessed such a sublime art of human perfection. She had an inviting delicate smile that exposed the sparkling white of her crisp side-teeth; I could only catch in glimmers.
Dimples of measured depth, a sharp baby chuckle, and small dark-round face. An admirable round body is clearly visible even in her baggy school uniform; smart, precise, eloquent and articulate.
she spoke with wit and candor; confidence and courtesy; the complete set l dare say.
I’d met Stella-Mariss (let’s call her that). We dated 6months later, for a record 8months!