It all started last year...
I'm down at the Spice Market covering the Spice Festival as I usually do every year. I've had some comments that my blog sort of 'drifted' once evening wore on and I wasn't covering the usual social scene the way I normally do.
For those who've not experienced the Spice Festival, I'll include it here rather than refer you to my public blog:
The market in this area of town is known as the Spice Market due to it's strong ethnic origins. Many people who live in this quarter of town originate from the south and so the quality and quantity of hot spicy food compared to the rest of San Mushyno is second to none! Then again, having been born in this district might have my opinions a little biased.
The festival is basically a large promotional event. Hosted twice a year, the district aims to draw new customers to the local markets by holding the Spice Festival. Here you will find vendors and tables featuring the hottest spicy food you can find in town. It's as much a cultural gathering as it is a test of the palate. The biggest event is the Curry Challenge. Each plate features a hotter curry from the previous. Get through them all, and you win bragging rights. Pray that your tongue and your stomach can take it, this is not a contest for the meek!
As part of my yearly review, I'm blogging a live post on the Curry Challenge with my phone. The bets are up to see if last year's champions are going to compete again, and if they can still stomach the full challenge. Eight dishes that slowly get hotter as they climb up in the Scoville Scale. It's always fun to see how many newcomers can get past the first round.
I had figured most of the challengers had gone through as the sun was setting. I'm about to move on to this year's food samples and their sponsors when there is a new group of arrivals that I hadn't seen all day. Most of them don't really look like city people, their outfits are certainly not what one sees among most city dwellers, though I do spy Miko Ojo in the group, I was wondering where she'd been all day. During the festival, she's usually here all day when not singing at Planet Honey Pop. Despite her Asian heritage, the pink-haired Miko's not known as a fan for spicy food, but enjoys the social life. I've never seen her take the challenge myself, so I'm a bit surprised she steps up to the table with the rest of the group to present as newcomer contenders.
As the evening street lamps turn on, that's when I see her, her silhouette seems to glow with ethereal beauty in the lamplight.
This is where some of you might be taking a step back and say. "Wait a minute!" Yes, I've been known to discuss fashion, but rarely have I described another woman in such manner. My love interests and online dating comments in the past have always been about men. This woman, for whatever reason has caught my eye in a way no other has every before. I've never been drawn so strongly to another person in a single glance, but I find myself holding my breath as I take in her form.
Though she is surrounded by people as they were gathering for the challenge, my vantage point at the end of the table is pretty clear. She has shoulder length wavy purple hair that darkens at the tips. She has the most amazing sparkling amethyst eyes... In fact, as looked her over, everything about her is purple: Her hair, eyes, makeup, lipstick, the beautiful Victorian black dress also has purple edging and accents. The brocade on her chest draws the only non-purple item up to her throat like a cameo. The blue sapphire looks authentic as it sparkles in the light. The dress is form-fitting showing and almost perfect hourglass shape, in the heat of early fall, it should have been uncomfortable, yet she moves gracefully around as she speaks animatedly with the ones around her. She's clearly the focal point of the group.
I stand there, mesmerized, absorbing every detail of her motions. I try my best not to obviously stare, but find myself unable to look away from her. Once she has successfully passed the first round and making room for the next contender, she glances my way, and my heart skips a beat! I could drown myself in the intensity of her eyes...
I find myself unable to look away, as she turns and starts to walk towards me. A smile that seems to light up the world grows on her lips, and she just seems to just glide towards me, her motions fluid with feminine grace. I find myself blushing as she greets me with an obviously suggestive comment. I usually don't fall for pick-up lines, but she has me hook-line-and-sinker with her come-on statement. How could this woman be so beautiful?!
Her skin is milky-soft like ivory, a stark contrast to the purple lips and makeup, she is like a beautiful porcelain doll that one can not stop admiring. Her words are like music to my ears, her voice is soft and melodious. It takes effort to bring my mind back down to earth just to introduce myself.
Her name suits her graceful form as she introduces herself as Melody. Yes, whoever gave her that name, knew that she would grow to be a strikingly beautiful creature of poise and grace. She certainly has her fair share of admirers as others come to join the conversation, and I find myself in a small group mostly focused on her attentions. If she is a celebrity, she isn't from the local neighbourhoods or published media, but they treat her like one. Yet, out of her admirers, her focus always seems to draw on me. For some reason, I'm the focal point for her attentions for the evening.
After the Spice Festival, we head over to the Waterside Warble for drinks and more. Like many of the small Karaoke bars in town. The Waterside Warble features half a dozen small performance rooms. You can lock the door, but few do, as people wander in and out of rooms to watch people perform. The rooms aren't much: a small portable-style karaoke machine with two mics, and a couple of couches for patrons. If you want food or drink, you need to go to the middle of the club to the bar. It's comfortable, and casual.
The evening seems to pass as if I'm in a dream. I find myself sharing thoughts and feelings that I've rarely said to past lovers, let alone someone I've only know for a few hours. There's just something about her that opens me up, and I can't stop but sharing myself with her.
She has an amazing voice. I watch with admiration as she sings karaoke, and politely decline to join in. She doesn't need my cracked broken record to ruin that beautiful voice of hers. She frequently sips at some sort of murky concoction that resembles a Ridgeport in her hands.
When I ask her what's in her drink, as it's unfamiliar to me, she laughs... her laughter is addictive. She simply says that it's what keeps her purple. This is the first indication that she likes to use an artistic sense of humour to dodge direct questions. It's easy to forget what you are asking when she's on a roll. I do manage to get out of her that she's a bit of an Internet personality herself. A freelance digital artist, she's already nabbed some big names for contracts she's completed. As she goes into describing her work, I can almost visualize the scenes. Everything about her is amazing.
The night doesn't seem to last long enough, but it does. When she kisses me goodnight, My mind is blown into another world! There's her, and I, and nothing else exists for that moment... her touch is magical! Sadly, as dawn rises, she fades out of my vision as the morning sun brightens the day. I blink, as if I've just woken from a dream. Was it a dream? No, I'm still standing in the karaoke bar...
I'm no stranger to dating, but I've never felt this strongly for someone I've just met! How is it that she has me so enthralled? I can't get her out of my mind, and worse, I don't have her number, so I have no idea when I'm going to see her again. The thought of never seeing that beautiful porcelain face has me down and depressed for next day.
I try to distract myself with writing, and post my daily blog, I do manage to finish my comments on the festival, but I can't seem to focus on writing anything else. Her face keeps coming to mind, and I'm not sure I want to post about a relationship that I don't even know exists yet.
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