This is how we met (again). An intimate cocktail-party fundraiser for a hometown historical society. Jack spied her from across the room. Tall. Very tall. Shoulder length red hair, freckled face (in fact, freckles everywhere). Fit. Trim. She wore flowing black pants, open toe black, classic heels and a black long sleeve top with a meshy see-through V that exposed just enough of her B-cup cleavage. She looked elegant, sophisticated and dressed sexy as hell. About 28 or 30 years old. Jack would later say she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. And at this moment he needed to meet her. Jack employed the help of a friend. “Mrs.Garinger,” he asked, “do you know that lovely woman is just over my shoulder back there with the red hair?” Jack had barely finished his inquiry when from behind him came a silky voice. “Jack Hamilton, is that you?” It was the tall red-head. Jack turned on his heel and caught, for the first time, that the tall, slim, fit and elegantly dressed red-head had piercing blue, mesmerizing eyes. “And you are?” Jack replied extending a hand. She didn’t answer directly, but took and held his hand briefly with both of hers. “We have a mutual friend who told me you’d be here and asked me to say hello. Emma Reid from high school says ‘hello.’” “There’s a blast from the past,” Jack said. “Wow!!” “You remember her?” “Of course I do,” said Jack. “really sweet, wicked sense of humor and was crazy smart. Other kids teased her because, looking back, I guess she was an awkward teenager. Wow,” Jack said. “I really liked her, please say hello for me.” “You just did.” Jack was confused. “I just did what?” Jack asked. “Said ‘hello’. It’s me. Emma.” “Emma?” Jack asked, “Nnoooo,” he added in disbelief “I’m. I’m speechless. You are stunning,” Jack said. Jack and Emma hugged.
Author: emmaandjack
Salty Ginger Tacos
This is the story of how I met (and bedded) my now husband Jack (story told with help of my friend Caroline, and Jack). My name is Emma.
There he was across the room. Tall. Slim. Fighter pilot slim. In a tuxedo. And wow did he look good. Dark hair. And did I mention tall? Tall. People were naturally gravitating toward him, and he seemed to have an infectious smile and laugh judging by the reactions of the people he was conversing with.
We were at a fundraiser and I found myself — consciously or not — moving about the ballroom we were in to better gaze at the handsome man that was Jack, making sure of course that he never caught me staring. And then in the shuffle of bodies moving criss-cross in the room, lost sight of him.
As I wandered from conversation to conversation I would impolitely look beyond the person I was talking to hoping to again zero in on Jack, but not luck. Gone.
The balance of the evening was fun, and I prepared to leave, exiting the ballroom and headed for the elevator.