Duty and the Beast of Burden.
My date with Eleanor Rigby
Duty And The Beast Of Burden.
I was younger then full of devil may care with dreams that "would" be! no question about it. I was on my way to rehearsal for a theatre production at an all girls school where I tutored and walked the stage for two hours as many other men when she blindsided me out of nowhere ~ A tiny hand touched me on the shoulder and a small voice said, "Would you like to.... (long Pause here) ...go to Prom with me." I turned and saw a washed out soul, disheveled but clean, with straggly hair and lumpy clothes. The female before me was a most unattractive young girl with little saving grace, save her courage and the hope that gleamed in her eyes like starlight ~ I've always had a soft heart and though I knew she was considered the schools mascot sort of a dog, to all the other girls I replied cheerfully "Sure." Then she smiled so brightly that for a minute I saw God's original blueprint under that smudged handiwork. ~ We made small talk about when and where to pick her up, and then she skipped lightly away like a homecoming queen from the projects, in a potato sack dress. Just a vision that struck me then ~ Soon all the more desirable girls knew that I was taking her without even asking, each knowing that I was a soft touch, they assumed I was being kind. ~ She never spoke to me or came around the week before that prom. That night I dressed carefully in my finest tux, retrieving her lovely corsage from the fridge, then drove to her house to pick her up, wondering the whole way over what we would talk about. ~ Her name was Ethel or something close to that, and she was clad in a long soft, blue silk, brocade gown with her hair all tied up in ribbons, and tiny highlights of makeup on her features. Alas there was no total re-creation here she looked kind of like a troll my sister once dressed up and put makeup on. But I took her hand and instructed her parents that she would be fine and home at twelve. ~ We walked together to the car the ride over was very quiet. I made small talk, and she made smaller answers, but she thanked me again for taking her to the prom.. "It's like a dream come true!" she said ~ I guess I made up my mind then to show her a lovely time and so we went in to face a room full of stares, and some snickers covered under fine manicured hands. But I walked on by like my date was a goddess. ~ The song playing was "Devil in a blue dress." and I thought that was quite peachy. We danced only the slow songs. "She was not adept at fast ones," she'd told me and I only had ten or twelve with her because... so many of the prettiest girls knowing my act of kindness, asked her if they could borrow me for a dance and she just smiled and nodded, beaming with pride at making such a good choice. ~ By the nights end I had whirled her around and around that floor, her eyes gazing into mine, or her head on my shoulder. ~ At one point in a moment of inspiration and curiosity at her reaction, I even thought of an old sexual encounter with another girl, and during the second dance she actually felt me pressing hard, against her softness. She kind of let out a gasp of air, looked me straight in the eyes, smiled gently and held me tighter... ~ After spending three hours just dancing and sitting together sipping punch the prom was over. We got into my car and she moved over close to me as we drove home. I put my arm around her and told her that I really enjoyed myself. She said likewise and a tear hung balanced on the edge of her lower lashes. It soon fell to stain my trouser leg and I felt the warmth of her grief ~ I suppose if I were less of a man I could have done anything to her. She probably would have let me, we both knew what other prom dates were doing. But soon enough we were in front of her house, where I was torn by the puzzle of whether, I should kiss her or not. ~ I took her hand and thanked her again, and then gave her shoulder a squeeze. She got real sad and scooted out of the car, waving goodbye as she turned away. ~ To this day I wish I had just closed my eyes and given her a passionate kiss. One to take her breath away that she could cling to in, all of the lonely years ahead, but we never spoke again and the moment was lost forever that night. ~ I sometimes wonder about her especially when I hear the song about "Eleanor Rigby" with it's "All the lonely people.." ~ I was an actor playing my role my duty and my beast of burden. The script did not call for a kiss but I could have ad-libbed it. ~ I hope she found happiness and has a house full of babies and some big homely guy to love her who looks like a God to her... I simply pray her dreams came true.
© 2009 Matthew Frederick Blowers III