November 28, 2011 by Manny Wordsmith
She smelled like redemption.
I doubt that was the name of the fragrance, but it felt like her scent alone would save me from oblivion. I never got her name or her story. Instead, we just had a meaningless conversation about pizza and holiday shopping. Her long hair and constant smiling automatically put me in a good mood. I didn’t need her number or any other deeper inquiries, I just needed her attention for a short time. Was she out of my league? Barely. Her brown leather jacket and accompanying apparel spoke of a higher sense of fashion and tax bracket. But for that moment, as I stood with my blue jeans, henley and black shoes ensemble, we were equal. Simple bullshit was exchanged, some of a more clever height, but nothing unreachable. What this moment taught me is that I can easily get what I want. I just need to grab it.
But not at a Meijer’s because this woman would have punched me.