Meeting Ms. Al-Awadhi (The only girl who could match me)
*Scene:Religions 100*
It was about the first week of school and I arrived into the cool, lovely air conditioned room of Neeb Hall 105 for my 2nd day or Religions 100. Of course, my objective was to sit next to the "hottest" girl in each of my classes for not only would I be completing my silent goal of meaningless conversation that would lead to intimate encounters but would be considered a "flirt god" by those of the male species simply because I was bold enough to sit next to a girl none other could talk to.
This eventually lead me to Aysha Al-Awadhi or as she was to call herself later, Queen Aysha. I had noticed Ms. Al-Awadhi on the first day of religions class but I must admit, was quite intimidated by her beauty at first glance and there was something more...but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. So I sit next to Aysha, 3rd row, 5th seat from the end of the row and look at her. I was a little late for class so Professor Clay was already speaking of the traditions of Native Americans by the time I arrived. I saw that Aysha had a smug look on her face and for some reason that attracted to me to her even more than before.
*Excerpt from a freewrite by Antonio Kilpatrick*
"To give you a description of Aysha, she's about my height with long, beautiful brown hair styled in slight ringlets. She has light brown skin and light brown pools for eyes shadowed by dark eyeshadow. Her eyelashes are so long that a man could climb them to the tallest tower in the world and still have room to reach the clouds. Her body is wonderful. She has a womanly torso with womanly legs. Long but built. Graceful but more so powerful. Her lipstick was ruby."
*Excerpt ended*
So I was at a loss here for I had no words to actually initiate a conversation that would actually engage this girl who possessed, what I came to instantly realize, raw beauty and remarkable intelligence. Yet...I was persistent.
"Great lecture huh?" My heart is beating at a rate of 100K a minute as I makes a desparate attempt to speak with this angelic beauty.
"Oh I'm not even paying attention to the lecture." The girls states calmly as she continues to look forward, arms crossed, ruby lips pursed.
"So...um...what are YOU doing then?" I'm quite curious now but it is at that same moment that I begans to see that this is no ordinary girl.
"Have you ever noticed how eager we as college students are to please each other? I mean notice the trend of the girl with the blonde hair and skimpy shorts." This woman's inquisitive nature totally ignored my original question. For a moment, I was quite silent for my total approach as to how I would exactly "win" Ms. "Ruby Lipstick" was destroyed by my observation of HER observation. OF COURSE I had noticed the blonde girl with her skimpy shorts. It was hard NOT TO but...I didn't think someone would voice the shallowness of it so SOON. I finally decided the only way to speak with this strange creature was with the truth and nothing more.
"I see what you mean about the blonde girl in skimy shorts but what about the typical frat guy with his sun shades pulled over his forehead, his backwards baseball cap, matching his new pair of flip flops, desperately trying to belong and impress the blonde girl with skimpy shorts?" I felt satisfied. The girl just smiled and nodded and a thousand deaths befell me. "My name's Antonio by the way." I held out my hand. The girl looked at it, hesistant for a small flicker of a moment before she answered with a handshake of her own.
"Aysha."
"Ayesha?"
"No Aysha. Like "I" and then "Sha"" I blushed.
"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you Aysha."
"Likewise...Mr. Antonio." I blushed again.
"Sooo...where are you from?" We were back to petty conversation once again but at least this time, our positions towards this campus were known.
"Well. I'm orginially from Dubai but I've been all over."
"Oh yea? Where?" I thought to myself, 'wow at least we have something in common. We've travelled the world.'
"I've been to Africa, France, Lebanon, India, Egypt and pretty much the whole Arabian peninsula"
"Wow." That was probably one of the first and only times I ever used the phrase 'wow' with such reverence. I mean, no wonder Aysha seemed so intelligent and had this raw beauty about her. She had been all over the world and I felt as if one could survive the world, then their radiance would definitely shine. I quickly recovered however. "So which place did you like the most?" Aysha reflected for a moment as if thinking before she answered.
"Well of course I will always love Dubai because it's SOOO beautiful there but I actually loved England the most."
"England???" I was shocked. This girl had travelled the farthest reaches of the world and she had an attachment to England? "Why England?"
"Well for one-" Aysha stopped as if thinking again and then continued. "You know in England, guys seem so much more confident over there than American guys." I laughed one of those "HAHAHA I'M A SUPERHERO YOU EVIL VILLAINS" laughs.
"Well then you must have never met someone like me then." I was feeling pretty froggy right about that moment and I saw that it was Aysha's turn to blush but only for a second.
"Honey lemme tell you. Here in America, guys cower in fear when they see woman. I mean for instance, when I walked in here today, I saw about 7 guys stare straight at me...I MEAN STARING A HOLE RIGHT THROUGH ME and then they just scampered away. In England, the ugliest guy could have known of his appearance and he would have came up to me and immediately offered me a drink." Aysha had such conviction in this statement and it was this slight boasting that would come to be an issue in our future relations. I was silent at this statement as well. I felt that Aysha was hinting at MY OWN intimidation. And I could not lie. For I WAS intimidated by her. This girl with a most lovely bronze frame accentuated by a tight white t-shirt with tight fitting blue jeans and white tennis shoes had most certainly put me in a state of trepidation from the moment I laid eyes on her.
However, after a while, I knew SHE KNEW that I was intimidated by her and that's when I began to relax, for I realized I had nothing to lose EXCEPT my intimidation. For a while, I also had a phantom conversation with Aysha in my head. I asked her what did she learn from her travels? What did she truly think about blondes in flip flops? Why did she think they were so shallow and sad? Did she leave a love back in Dubai she she is from? Did she meet a new one, a first one, a 10th on her travels??? Were guys usually intimidated by her? Did guys usually stay away from her??? And in my mind, Aysha answered each of these questions with a wisened calm that can only be picked up when dealing with numerous peoples and their cultures. Suddenly, the silence of my own nosiy thoughts was deafening and a question appeared to me within that same moment.
"Do you feel yourself to be confident?" I was in a straits now. OH BOY! HAD I DONE IT NOW! However, Aysha just calmly looked at me and with that mischievous, all knowing smile on her face volleyed my own question back to me.
"You're the psyche major. You tell me." Now, while I was slightly flattered that she would ask of my analytical opinion of her own nature, I was also slightly hurt. Such an attack to my modus operandi...my confidence that I sadly feel I questioned her confidence now with inquisitiveness but with prejudice. Yet when she answered my question, I knew for SURE that she had just tested me. "Yes but I don't really care how people think of me so...*shrug*" She smiled and it was a warm smile this time. I had known she was going to say that but I had to hear it from her mouth.
*Excerpt from freewrite by Antonio*
"Her smile is so smug, calm, serene, reassuing, tantalizing, innocent, shy, devious, motherly all at once. There is no one woman like Aysha except Aysha herself. She makes it worthwhile to miss a lecture and feel no remorse about it."
*Excert ended*
After another period of silence, I decided to compliment Aysha but in a subtle way.
"I learned more from talking to you today that I did from this damned lecture." For the first time, I witnessed Aysha laughed an it was such a..."human" laugh but her teeth were so pearly white that I had no time to focus on the sounds. Whether it truly tickled her or if she was just laughing at my feeble attempts at conversation I couldn't tell you nor could I care less.
"You're an interesting one Antonio. I'll give you that." I beamed. Somehow the conversation steered toward how guys were rude and couldn't even hold the door open for a girl anymore. I thought that true too. I mean, in the South, if you didn't hold open the door, you always got that "Youseafuckup" stare from some old granny. Finally, class ended and as we exited, I held open the door for Aysha. She smiled...that warm and satisfied smile. I nodded.
*Excerpt from Antonio's freewrite*
"I told her...again, that I would see her Friday. She answered "yes". I didn't really want to go. As if by leaving, she would disappear off the face of the Earth like some faint, intangible dogma. I smiled, walked 10 steps, looked back and then she was gone...off into the crowd. Maybe I was right but I think I still have more to say. She'll be there. Yes she will..."
*Excerpt ended*
It was about the first week of school and I arrived into the cool, lovely air conditioned room of Neeb Hall 105 for my 2nd day or Religions 100. Of course, my objective was to sit next to the "hottest" girl in each of my classes for not only would I be completing my silent goal of meaningless conversation that would lead to intimate encounters but would be considered a "flirt god" by those of the male species simply because I was bold enough to sit next to a girl none other could talk to.
This eventually lead me to Aysha Al-Awadhi or as she was to call herself later, Queen Aysha. I had noticed Ms. Al-Awadhi on the first day of religions class but I must admit, was quite intimidated by her beauty at first glance and there was something more...but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. So I sit next to Aysha, 3rd row, 5th seat from the end of the row and look at her. I was a little late for class so Professor Clay was already speaking of the traditions of Native Americans by the time I arrived. I saw that Aysha had a smug look on her face and for some reason that attracted to me to her even more than before.
*Excerpt from a freewrite by Antonio Kilpatrick*
"To give you a description of Aysha, she's about my height with long, beautiful brown hair styled in slight ringlets. She has light brown skin and light brown pools for eyes shadowed by dark eyeshadow. Her eyelashes are so long that a man could climb them to the tallest tower in the world and still have room to reach the clouds. Her body is wonderful. She has a womanly torso with womanly legs. Long but built. Graceful but more so powerful. Her lipstick was ruby."
*Excerpt ended*
So I was at a loss here for I had no words to actually initiate a conversation that would actually engage this girl who possessed, what I came to instantly realize, raw beauty and remarkable intelligence. Yet...I was persistent.
"Great lecture huh?" My heart is beating at a rate of 100K a minute as I makes a desparate attempt to speak with this angelic beauty.
"Oh I'm not even paying attention to the lecture." The girls states calmly as she continues to look forward, arms crossed, ruby lips pursed.
"So...um...what are YOU doing then?" I'm quite curious now but it is at that same moment that I begans to see that this is no ordinary girl.
"Have you ever noticed how eager we as college students are to please each other? I mean notice the trend of the girl with the blonde hair and skimpy shorts." This woman's inquisitive nature totally ignored my original question. For a moment, I was quite silent for my total approach as to how I would exactly "win" Ms. "Ruby Lipstick" was destroyed by my observation of HER observation. OF COURSE I had noticed the blonde girl with her skimpy shorts. It was hard NOT TO but...I didn't think someone would voice the shallowness of it so SOON. I finally decided the only way to speak with this strange creature was with the truth and nothing more.
"I see what you mean about the blonde girl in skimy shorts but what about the typical frat guy with his sun shades pulled over his forehead, his backwards baseball cap, matching his new pair of flip flops, desperately trying to belong and impress the blonde girl with skimpy shorts?" I felt satisfied. The girl just smiled and nodded and a thousand deaths befell me. "My name's Antonio by the way." I held out my hand. The girl looked at it, hesistant for a small flicker of a moment before she answered with a handshake of her own.
"Aysha."
"Ayesha?"
"No Aysha. Like "I" and then "Sha"" I blushed.
"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you Aysha."
"Likewise...Mr. Antonio." I blushed again.
"Sooo...where are you from?" We were back to petty conversation once again but at least this time, our positions towards this campus were known.
"Well. I'm orginially from Dubai but I've been all over."
"Oh yea? Where?" I thought to myself, 'wow at least we have something in common. We've travelled the world.'
"I've been to Africa, France, Lebanon, India, Egypt and pretty much the whole Arabian peninsula"
"Wow." That was probably one of the first and only times I ever used the phrase 'wow' with such reverence. I mean, no wonder Aysha seemed so intelligent and had this raw beauty about her. She had been all over the world and I felt as if one could survive the world, then their radiance would definitely shine. I quickly recovered however. "So which place did you like the most?" Aysha reflected for a moment as if thinking before she answered.
"Well of course I will always love Dubai because it's SOOO beautiful there but I actually loved England the most."
"England???" I was shocked. This girl had travelled the farthest reaches of the world and she had an attachment to England? "Why England?"
"Well for one-" Aysha stopped as if thinking again and then continued. "You know in England, guys seem so much more confident over there than American guys." I laughed one of those "HAHAHA I'M A SUPERHERO YOU EVIL VILLAINS" laughs.
"Well then you must have never met someone like me then." I was feeling pretty froggy right about that moment and I saw that it was Aysha's turn to blush but only for a second.
"Honey lemme tell you. Here in America, guys cower in fear when they see woman. I mean for instance, when I walked in here today, I saw about 7 guys stare straight at me...I MEAN STARING A HOLE RIGHT THROUGH ME and then they just scampered away. In England, the ugliest guy could have known of his appearance and he would have came up to me and immediately offered me a drink." Aysha had such conviction in this statement and it was this slight boasting that would come to be an issue in our future relations. I was silent at this statement as well. I felt that Aysha was hinting at MY OWN intimidation. And I could not lie. For I WAS intimidated by her. This girl with a most lovely bronze frame accentuated by a tight white t-shirt with tight fitting blue jeans and white tennis shoes had most certainly put me in a state of trepidation from the moment I laid eyes on her.
However, after a while, I knew SHE KNEW that I was intimidated by her and that's when I began to relax, for I realized I had nothing to lose EXCEPT my intimidation. For a while, I also had a phantom conversation with Aysha in my head. I asked her what did she learn from her travels? What did she truly think about blondes in flip flops? Why did she think they were so shallow and sad? Did she leave a love back in Dubai she she is from? Did she meet a new one, a first one, a 10th on her travels??? Were guys usually intimidated by her? Did guys usually stay away from her??? And in my mind, Aysha answered each of these questions with a wisened calm that can only be picked up when dealing with numerous peoples and their cultures. Suddenly, the silence of my own nosiy thoughts was deafening and a question appeared to me within that same moment.
"Do you feel yourself to be confident?" I was in a straits now. OH BOY! HAD I DONE IT NOW! However, Aysha just calmly looked at me and with that mischievous, all knowing smile on her face volleyed my own question back to me.
"You're the psyche major. You tell me." Now, while I was slightly flattered that she would ask of my analytical opinion of her own nature, I was also slightly hurt. Such an attack to my modus operandi...my confidence that I sadly feel I questioned her confidence now with inquisitiveness but with prejudice. Yet when she answered my question, I knew for SURE that she had just tested me. "Yes but I don't really care how people think of me so...*shrug*" She smiled and it was a warm smile this time. I had known she was going to say that but I had to hear it from her mouth.
*Excerpt from freewrite by Antonio*
"Her smile is so smug, calm, serene, reassuing, tantalizing, innocent, shy, devious, motherly all at once. There is no one woman like Aysha except Aysha herself. She makes it worthwhile to miss a lecture and feel no remorse about it."
*Excert ended*
After another period of silence, I decided to compliment Aysha but in a subtle way.
"I learned more from talking to you today that I did from this damned lecture." For the first time, I witnessed Aysha laughed an it was such a..."human" laugh but her teeth were so pearly white that I had no time to focus on the sounds. Whether it truly tickled her or if she was just laughing at my feeble attempts at conversation I couldn't tell you nor could I care less.
"You're an interesting one Antonio. I'll give you that." I beamed. Somehow the conversation steered toward how guys were rude and couldn't even hold the door open for a girl anymore. I thought that true too. I mean, in the South, if you didn't hold open the door, you always got that "Youseafuckup" stare from some old granny. Finally, class ended and as we exited, I held open the door for Aysha. She smiled...that warm and satisfied smile. I nodded.
*Excerpt from Antonio's freewrite*
"I told her...again, that I would see her Friday. She answered "yes". I didn't really want to go. As if by leaving, she would disappear off the face of the Earth like some faint, intangible dogma. I smiled, walked 10 steps, looked back and then she was gone...off into the crowd. Maybe I was right but I think I still have more to say. She'll be there. Yes she will..."
*Excerpt ended*