The Girl In The Window
She was as Irish as "Patty's Pig", yet her olive skin glowed
with evidence that she had the blood of the Spanish
Conquistador's. Her eyes sparkled as she sat by her window and I
wondered who this vision of an Angel could be. I wanted to say
something, but she was three stories up. When she stood to look
at me my heart throbbed wildly with excitement. Her cut off
shorts showcased a beautiful pair of legs.
"How could I only be living two blocks away from her and never
have noticed her before,?" I wondered to myself.
But then sadness crept into my heart when I remembered that I
was on Grandma's block and I did everything to avoid walking on
her block since she had passed away a few years ago, because I
missed her and was so pained when ever I walked on the street
were she once lived.
Then I remebered that I was on that street because my Mom had
asked me to pick up something at the store that day and I had to
pass by there to get to that store. So I continued on to the
store and never gave the girl in the window another thought
again.
Time passed and I started to feel very lonely soon after my
high school sweet heart went to California to become a
professional figure skater. A lot of girls liked me but I wasn't
very happy dating them because none of them could fill the void
of Maureen's amazing intellectual capacity.
Determined to search the world for my sould mate I joined the
Navy. I met every type of woman that inhabited planet earth.
Some were beautiful, some were very bright, but alas, none of
them qualified to be my soulmate. Soon after leaving the Navy, I
settled down to a mundane life again and very ordinary dating
that while being okay, always seemed to lack that special
ingredient.
But often times I wondered if there really ever could be a
recipe for a soul mate. Was I just a hopeless romantic that was
setting a goal that was just forever out of reach. Then I would
wonder how I would even know if I found a soul mate.
I thought, "Will a bell go off in my head or something."
But as time passed and I dated many beautiful women the empty
feeling deep down inside me remained. No matter what I did, I
was incomplete. I was desperate to feel whole, but wholeness
still eluded me. I even turned to online dating sites to see if
what I was looking for was out there somewhere.
Then one day I went into a rant on an online dating site
because they didn't have a box to check that said spiritual but
not religious and it disturbed me deeply to think that people on
that site might get the idea that I'm not spiritual just because
I don't follow any one religion with lock stop authority.
To my surprise I got a trememdous amount of letters in response
to my religious tirade and having a photographic memory I
stumbled upon one of the letters that contained the profile
picture of that girl in the window that had lived two blocks
away from where I once lived. I made no mention of that too her.
I even teased her a bit and told her I thought she was Italian.
I kind of liked her and we exchanged a few messages that at
first were all about religion and nothing else. Then after a
while she mentioned that she was a writer and she had read some
of the things that I had written. As weeks marched on I
complained to her that I was having trouble with my studies for
a ten hour test I have to take soon for a certification. And
then she wrote that she said a prayer that I would pass the test.
And then all of a sudden it hit me like a ton of bricks. I had
taveled all the way around the world to find my soul mate, but
all that time, she was only living two blocks away from me.