I have met the girl of my dreams. Her name is Sarah – with an “H”. She’s 5’6” and about 126 lbs (9 Stone, for those of you of the British persuasion). She’s got shoulder-length brown hair and beautiful, dark brown eyes. When she smiles, it lights up the room. She’s demure, passionate, caring, sensitive and has the best sense of humor. Let me just get this out of the way: she kisses well and looks really good in lingerie.
She lost her hearing at birth so she’s never heard the sound of her mother’s voice. I’m trying hard but having difficulty learning sign language. My hands don’t want to cooperate. She says they’re the softest hands she’s ever had touch her. She reads lips but says it’s a lot harder than it looks.
I like the smiles we get when we go shopping, like in the mall. It’s almost as if society is giving us their blessing. We stood in the video store arguing – with our hands – about whether Col. Blake or Col. Potter was the better leader on MASH. I didn’t have the heart to tell her I like them both for different reasons. She was a staunch Blake fan.
I just want to kiss her. Before I take another breath, I want to kiss her again. It may sound cruel but I’m glad I don’t have to fight her for the music we listen to. There is so much I want her to hear and you’d think that her deafness would bother me but it really doesn’t. The way I see it, we all have our little quirks… the way we like things done, that’s just hers. Her alarm is a big bright flashing light that slightly shakes the bed.
I’ve met her parents; they’re from Manchester, England. They’re very casual and laugh at me when I mention ‘High Tea’. I’m a bit of an anglophile so I try to impress them by saying things like “shall we take the lift to the first floor?” They also have a good sense of humor and call me ‘the silly American’. They speak sign language like pros.
Last week Sarah and I went to a Bed-and-Breakfast around Williamsburg. We rented a boat and sailed on the large lake that sat on the doorstep of the BnB. There’s a serenity that comes over you when you raise the sails. The air runs through your hair and the water cradles you in its arms. Her flowing hair was draped on my shoulder as we sat close on the bow of the ship.
I’m a bit nervous about meeting her brother, Foster, when he visits in a few weeks. I’ve seen pictures of him and he seems like a drunken loudmouth know-it-all who just wants to pick a fight with the weaker guys in the pub. Sarah asks “are you psychic?” Oh, boy. Something to look forward to. She says she can control her younger brother but… we’ll see.
Sarah is an amazing photographer. I tell her she should go into the business. I’m not what you would call photogenic but she has taken some really good pictures of me. She does data entry and other light computer duties for an insurance company. She makes pretty good money but I think she’d be happier if she followed her dream full time.
She wants to buy a house that’s away from everything and turn one of the rooms into her darkroom. “As long as there’s room in the house for me”, I tell her. She wants kids. I’m not against kids, mind you, I just don’t know if I’m ready for them. I would definitely have kids with this woman, she is so amazing. In the past, whenever anyone asked me if I wanted kids I’d say, “if it happens, it happens”. This is probably the closest I’ll ever get to having kids.
I’m at work and I see I’ve got a text message on my phone. It’s Sarah and she says she can’t wait to see me tonight. I can’t wait to see her either. Her parents are probably going to read this so I won’t say what else I’d like to do with her. We communicate a lot through text messaging and e-mail. I prefer that method because I’m not a good speaker. Like I said, I’m trying to learn sign language.
When we watch TV or a DVD we put the ‘closed captioning’ on. The only time we went to the movie theater together was when I hired a married couple to do all the sign language. After the movie was over, the audience applauded the fact that they made it all the way through the movie. I was just glad Sarah could share it with me.
After the movie, she made a point to drag me by the window of the jewelry store. She has this habit of raising her eyebrows when she’s in the presence of something she wants. I love her a lot but am hesitant. I lean in to kiss her….
… and wake up in bed alone – again.
p.s. – I did say she was the girl of my dreams.
She lost her hearing at birth so she’s never heard the sound of her mother’s voice. I’m trying hard but having difficulty learning sign language. My hands don’t want to cooperate. She says they’re the softest hands she’s ever had touch her. She reads lips but says it’s a lot harder than it looks.
I like the smiles we get when we go shopping, like in the mall. It’s almost as if society is giving us their blessing. We stood in the video store arguing – with our hands – about whether Col. Blake or Col. Potter was the better leader on MASH. I didn’t have the heart to tell her I like them both for different reasons. She was a staunch Blake fan.
I just want to kiss her. Before I take another breath, I want to kiss her again. It may sound cruel but I’m glad I don’t have to fight her for the music we listen to. There is so much I want her to hear and you’d think that her deafness would bother me but it really doesn’t. The way I see it, we all have our little quirks… the way we like things done, that’s just hers. Her alarm is a big bright flashing light that slightly shakes the bed.
I’ve met her parents; they’re from Manchester, England. They’re very casual and laugh at me when I mention ‘High Tea’. I’m a bit of an anglophile so I try to impress them by saying things like “shall we take the lift to the first floor?” They also have a good sense of humor and call me ‘the silly American’. They speak sign language like pros.
Last week Sarah and I went to a Bed-and-Breakfast around Williamsburg. We rented a boat and sailed on the large lake that sat on the doorstep of the BnB. There’s a serenity that comes over you when you raise the sails. The air runs through your hair and the water cradles you in its arms. Her flowing hair was draped on my shoulder as we sat close on the bow of the ship.
I’m a bit nervous about meeting her brother, Foster, when he visits in a few weeks. I’ve seen pictures of him and he seems like a drunken loudmouth know-it-all who just wants to pick a fight with the weaker guys in the pub. Sarah asks “are you psychic?” Oh, boy. Something to look forward to. She says she can control her younger brother but… we’ll see.
Sarah is an amazing photographer. I tell her she should go into the business. I’m not what you would call photogenic but she has taken some really good pictures of me. She does data entry and other light computer duties for an insurance company. She makes pretty good money but I think she’d be happier if she followed her dream full time.
She wants to buy a house that’s away from everything and turn one of the rooms into her darkroom. “As long as there’s room in the house for me”, I tell her. She wants kids. I’m not against kids, mind you, I just don’t know if I’m ready for them. I would definitely have kids with this woman, she is so amazing. In the past, whenever anyone asked me if I wanted kids I’d say, “if it happens, it happens”. This is probably the closest I’ll ever get to having kids.
I’m at work and I see I’ve got a text message on my phone. It’s Sarah and she says she can’t wait to see me tonight. I can’t wait to see her either. Her parents are probably going to read this so I won’t say what else I’d like to do with her. We communicate a lot through text messaging and e-mail. I prefer that method because I’m not a good speaker. Like I said, I’m trying to learn sign language.
When we watch TV or a DVD we put the ‘closed captioning’ on. The only time we went to the movie theater together was when I hired a married couple to do all the sign language. After the movie was over, the audience applauded the fact that they made it all the way through the movie. I was just glad Sarah could share it with me.
After the movie, she made a point to drag me by the window of the jewelry store. She has this habit of raising her eyebrows when she’s in the presence of something she wants. I love her a lot but am hesitant. I lean in to kiss her….
… and wake up in bed alone – again.
p.s. – I did say she was the girl of my dreams.