About five years ago or so I met one of my best friends, but early on in our relationship we often partook in more non-commital activities. This included things like attending wine industry events, and going to see movies. We abosolutely loved going to the VIP theatre. No children allowed, and you are served food and alcohol in the theatre itself. Oh and the chairs fold down into couches. I know a few things I would like to do on those couch seats…anyway, moving on!
One evening, Jane and I were on the Skytrain headed to the VIP theatre on Main and Marine. I think this was actually an evening of real bonding for us, we talked about everything. Particularly our male preferences. I remember I went on to tell her about the first guy I “dated” and how he had been ten years older than me. I concluded my lengthy story by expressing my preference for older men.
As we exited the train and headed towards the escalators, a tall figure hurried after us. “Excuse me” he said as the escalator facilitated our descent. “I couldn’t help but overhear that you like older men. Well I am certainly older than you by at least ten years” he continued. “Can I give you my phone number?” Now I was a little taken aback. In more ways than one. First off, I did not realize that so many people could hear what we were discussing on the Skytrain…Secondly, this was one of the first real encounters I had with a confident individual of the opposite sex.
I was honestly very flattered, and I felt sexy for like the first time in my life. It was in this moment, that I knew I could get fucked if I wanted to. It was quite a powerful feeling. And so, I proceeded to hand this tall, dark and handsome stranger my phone. I watched as he typed in his name and number, and I did so while admiring his olive complextion and foreign accent. I looked down, “It was nice to meet you Sam” I said. “It’s Saam!” He aggresively told me. “Like Dom Perignon”. Quite a lasting impression I’d say as he struted off, muttering hopes of me reaching out as he went.
I turned towards Jane, just as she was picking her jaw up off the floor. “That has NEVER happened to me” she said, shocked. Well it hadn’t happened to me before either at this point. At least not like this anyway. I could feel the waves of jealousy sweeping off her, but I had to admit, I liked the feeling. She went on to compare our appearances, and I mean, she wasn’t wrong…
Jane had a habit of dressing like we all did in middle school, converse sneakers, skinny jeans, a graphic tee and a colourful hoodie. I can’t remember the last time I wore a hoodie. Not to mention the small cross the body purse that was straight out of the 2000’s. But Jane is also older than me, and I suppose next to an adult dressed a bit like a child, I looked quite good. My long blonde, curly hair cascading past my shoulders, the deep v cut in my shirt allowing just the right amount of clevage to peek through. My dark wash skinny jeans hugged my ass perfectly, and they were neatly tucked into my 3-inch heeled boots.
I still have Saam’s number to this day, and every once and I while I consider what would happen if I were to just call it. Even after all this time.
Just A Small Town Girl 