The Heiress

George McCarthy's Second Date

 

Whooo!  I just got home.  I ran into George tonight and it kind of turned into a date.  I feel like I did when I met him in highschool 6 years ago.  He still makes my heart race and my face blush.  I had a really great time tonight, even though there are still some things that we have to talk about, but neither of us were in a talking kind of a mood tonight.  Here's how it went.

 

After my Media Crisis exam I stopped into Espresso Express next to the library to get a Double Espresso no foam soy latte, and I was surprised to see George working, normally I only see him during tapings for "The Heiress"  and I hadn't seen him for over a week since the date we had at his dorm.

 

George told me he was getting off work in 10 minutes and if I wanted to wait we could hang out.

 

I couldn't think of a single reason to say no.  In fact all I could think about were the reasons to say yes.  He is such a great kisser.  (Come on Caliopie, focus!)  My heart was beating out of my chest before I ever finished my espresso.  It didn't help matters than I'd been awake for 20 hours cramming for that Media Crisis exam.

 

And then George was standing in front of me saying "you are the hottest girl on campus Cal, you look awesome"  I didn't know how I could possibly look good after being awake for so long, but I had no problem collecting the compliment.  "Let's go outside, it's getting crowded in here" George suggested, and we walked outside and stood on the lawn of the Espresso Express.

 

He held my hands and asked me about my exam, which was really the last thing I wanted to talk about.  I really didn't want to talk at all.  From the moment I saw him there was only one thing on my mind.

 

 

I wanted to kiss him again.  And again.  And quickly we realized we better get off the front lawn before there was another Professor Crumplebottom incident.

"I know where to go" George said, taking my hand and sneaking  into a back entrance of the espresso bar.

 

George has always had this magical radar for finding the perfect make out spot.  I guess working in a grocery store all those years taught him to be creative.  We ended up in the back of a little hallway near the bathrooms.  "How's this?"  he said.

 

I buried my face in his chest and smelled his cologne.  He always smelled like a Christmas tree.  I licked his neck and he laughed.

 

"I'll, I'll do anything Cal" he stammered.  "I'll do anything."  And like a truck slamming on it's breaks, my heart remembered that it had to make a choice.  I had strong feelings for two men, and I couldn't bear to think about both of them at the same time.  I didn't feel right when I thought about my love life becoming a competition.  I don't know how I will ever make a decision.  But I didn't have to make it tonight.  I wasn't going to let George, or "The Heiress" or even that photographer spying on us through the window, take me out of this perfect moment.  "Shut up and kiss me"  I said

 

And he did. 

 

Did I mention he has a really tight butt?

 

When we came up for air, George said "Oh man, I almost forgot.  I've got somethin to show you"

 

George led me to the parking lot behind Espresso Express, and there was the truck he drove in highschool.  "Blueberry Hill?  You got Blueberry Hill back?"  He named his truck Blueberry Hill because, well, that's where he found his thrill...  "I thought she had that bulldozer accident"  Years ago the truck had a very bad mishap with a bulldozer.  There was a construction crew in the Green Grocery parking lot and a bulldozer had made a bad turn and crumpled the bed of poor Blueberry Hill which made her quite undriveable. 
"Yeah, she was in really bad shape, but my parents got her fixed for me, for a graduation present, even got her a new paint job.  Ain't she fancy?  Wanna take her for a spin?"  
Of course I did, so we climbed into his new old pickup, and we drove out to the levy.

 

 

It was a beautiful night.  George parked the truck at the edge of the levy.  Ok, it wasn't a true levy, but everyone called it that. On the way out to the levy I was hoping George and I could spend some time talking, it's not exactly the normal thing we use our mouths for when we're together, but I wanted to ask him how he felt about marriage, and family, since that's where this competition is ultimately headed.  Right?  I needed to know George was ready for that.

 

"So, George, about this legacy thing.  Are you ready to get married, I mean, if it's you?  Are you ready for what comes next?"
"Are you?" he said.
"Oh, ummm, I don't know"  I didn't expect him to turn it around.

 

 

"Then come over here and kiss me some more." he said.

 

 

And I did.  And we brought Blueberry Hill back to her former glory.

When the windows got too foggy, George turned up the radio and got out of the truck.  "Come'ere and dance with me woman" he said as he pulled me out of the truck.

 

 

"Oh it's cold and lonely in the deep dark night, I can see paradise by the dashboard lights..."  George sang to me as we stood out under the stars, listening to the crickets and the frogs.

"I need to know George.  I need to know how you feel, about us, about the future."  I said, wrapping my arms around him and gazing into his deep brown eyes.

"I feel fine about it"

 

 

In true George style he locked his lips to mine and tipped me back and kissed me.  It felt like we were in a fairy tale.  Whatever I was going to say I was quickly forgetting.  He took the words right out of my mouth.

 

 

"I really want us to talk George."
He gazed into my eyes for a long time, grinning ear to ear, and then, like he had just heard me, he said
"Sure, whatever you want to do."

 

 

"What's on your mind doll?"  he said..
"It's just that we haven't really talked"  I said looking into his eyes again.
"You have to admit, we don't exactly have a history of talking" George joked.  "There are other ways to communicate."
"I know, I know, but this is different.  I have to know that we're compatible, on other levels."
"Hey, if you want to be compatible on another level I'd be more than happy to take you there." he grinned again, ear to ear.

How was I supposed to resist this inherent sexiness?  I was so turned on by him that I was beginning to forget why this conversation was important.  "I can't keep looking at you like this," I said, breaking away "you're too sexy"
"I didn't know that was a problem."
"It's not, just come over here and sit down"

 

 

"I just have to know, you know, that our relationship is more than just physical, that we have what it takes to make it really work."

 

"You are an incredible woman Cal, and I think you can do anything you put your mind to."
"George, I'm talking about us, about how you feel about me, and us, and the future."
"I told you," he said "I feel fine.  I'm totally into you.  How can that not work?"
"Well, I said, "Once you were totally into me and then circumstances changed and you were totally into Nicole Bretweiler"
"I wasn't totally into her." George said  "I dug her, but I wasn't totally into her.  That's different."
"Is that like saying you love me?"  I asked
"Sure." he said

 

 

"Excuse me," George said, moving a hair off of my face "I think I can explain it much better like this."

 

 

And our conversation continued, for a long time, in a more silent language.

 

 

 

 

 

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