So it begins in a bar. St. Johns, if I remember. She was sitting there alone, drinking at the bar. I heard her order a strawberry daquiri, right before I sat down. I dropped onto the seat, and fast. I almost fell off of it, in fact. She saw this happen, and she giggled and started laughing extremely hard. I could immediately tell she was wasted. White girl wasted, even.
She was laughing so hard that was straining her throat, coughing hard, wet coughs in between bouts of laughter. I sat there for several minutes, watching her. She was beautiful, but I felt awkward for liking her in such a state. There was no way she could have noticed me staring, the way she was swaying about, laughing. It was amazing that she didn't fall out of her chair herself.
It was love at first sight.
