If you missed parts 1 & 2, you can read them in the links below:
The Cadillac Lounge
Lorraine awoke the next morning feeling more rested than she had since the passing of her husband, and that was 18 months ago. Sunday mornings have always been her favorite, she would wake up slowly, enjoying the comfort of the quilt her mom had made her, and staring out the window at the big, buckeye tree her grandfather planted, so many years ago. She stretched her long limbs and basked in the way the loosening of her stiff muscles made her feel. She yawned and became quite disturbed by the stench of her morning breath. She slowly made her way to the bathroom so she could brush her teeth.
After grabbing her cup of coffee, she grabbed her laptop and headed for the balcony, propping her Snoopy, slipper clad feet up on the metal banister.
Opening her email she was surprised to see an email from Dean, but she couldn’t help the ear to ear grin on her face as she read the words he had written to her:
My sweet, sweet, Lorraine,
I hope my forwardness doesn’t scare you away, but it’s 3:00 in the morning and I can’t sleep. My thoughts are consumed with you, my sweet. The way you looked tonight, the way your body swayed along with the guitar, I’m envious of the way you can feel at one with the music. The question is am I envious of your ability to do as such, or am I envious of the music, for it has the pleasure of swaying your hips and not I? Possibly both.
I have all of these thoughts flowing through my head and as we both know, I’m much better at writing words than I am speaking them. I hope you don’t mind, but I’ve written a poem, about you, Lorraine, I just can’t seem to get you off of my brain. <—- Wait, that’s not the poem, that was really cheesy!
Why am I not deleting this?
Under Your Spell
You’ve got me under a spell
releasing my mind from its miserable hell.
How you’ve managed to pull me under,
I know not, but now that I’m here?
Cares, I have not.
Your eyes, like galaxies of violets and blue,
something about them, my dear,
something about you…..
My thoughts, I can’t deny are filled with both innocence and lust,
please, please tell me with you, my heart, I can entrust.
You’ve brought me a joy that no one else will,
you’ve helped fill a void, I thought nothing could fill.
Let’s embark on this journey, your hand in mine
and maybe together,
we can will the slowing of time.
She squealed with delight, no longer containing her excitement! She clapped her hands and ran inside to grab her cell phone, so she could call her best friend, Melissa.
“How was your date?” Melissa answered the phone.
Lorraine starts laughing, “Incredible.”
A comfortable, few seconds of silence falls between them as Lorraine takes a moment to compose her thoughts before continuing. “He is so unbelievably charming, Melissa. He’s such a smooth talker, he did nothing but compliment me all night. He looked so handsome in his dark blue jeans, Led Zeppelin tee shirt, and jean jacket. He wore Chuck Taylors too, what is it about a man that wears Chuck Taylors?”
“I don’t know, I’m not so taken with men’s shoes.”
Lorraine chuckled,” It’s his whole look, how he tied everything together, he just looked so cool. I was so proud to be the girl on his arm.”
“Get the coffee ready, I’m coming over. I want to know everything!
Lorraine recalled the events of the previous night growing elated as she recited the story from her memory. She talked about how Dean was such a gentleman and how she hadn’t felt this giddy since she had started dating her late husband 20 years ago. She showed her the email, and explained how she was blown away by his beautifully written poem.
“Wow, he’s romantic.” Melissa commented.
“What did you reply?”
“OH CRAP! I haven’t replied!” Lorraine threw her hands in hair, looking like some crazy lunatic who just escaped from an asylum, she started to run, tripping over her rug in her haste to grab the laptop quickly, not wanting to leave Dean hanging any longer, worrying that he was growing sad with each and every non-responsive, passing minute.
Melissa couldn’t help but chuckle at her friends clumsiness, she was used to hearing Lorraine murmur “Ouch,’ at least 10 times a day when they worked together in the early 2000’s.
“Does he know about your lack of grace?” Melissa laughed.
Lorraine gave her friend the stink eye before joining her in laughter. “Fortunately, he has not yet had the pleasure of witnessing me embarrass myself.”
“In due time, my friend.”
“Please, don’t remind me.”
Melissa got up and wrapped her arms around Lorraine’s shoulders, “If what you have told me about him is any consolation, he will find it endearing.”
“One can only hope.”
She grabbed her laptop while Melissa poured them each another cup of coffee.
My darling, Dean,
I apologize for my delayed response, if I’m being completely honest, I was so overcome with excitement from your last email that I took my time basking in the essence of this giddiness I’m feeling. I’ve been “savoring the moment,” if you will. I suppose I just lost track of time. I’m deeply touched by your beautiful poem. I’ve never had a poem written about me, and I am much obliged.
In response to your poem, I can’t help the tears that fall from my eyes as I think of how anyone could possibly crush your kind spirit. What she must have done to you, I can only imagine, but it baffles me. If you place your heart in my hands, I promise I won’t try to change the cracks and holes in your heart, for they are a part of who you are, the man I find myself falling in love with. I wouldn’t change a thing! I do hope to help fill the gaps with so much love the world will see the cracks in your heart and find them beautiful, just the way I do, right now, just as you are.
If you trust me with your heart, there’s absolutely no way I could destroy it, because I love seeing you happy. I couldn’t live with myself if I knew I was the reason behind your sadness.
Now the question is are you willing to stay to see the dark parts of me? The parts that I hide away from the rest of the world because I’m too ashamed of them? Are you willing to put up with my bitter moods when I once again let myself down because I couldn’t reach the unrealistically high pedestal I continue to place myself on?
Will you make fun of me when I run two hours on the treadmill, complaining that I feel fat, but will still eat the deep fried pickles, because, well……deep. fried. pickles?
I don’t often crave attention, I get that we are two completely separate people who need their own space, but there are times, more often in the winter, when I start to feel depressed, and just need to feel safe & loved. I might climb onto your lap while we’re watching a movie, or beg you to make fireplace S’mores with me. Will you find me endearing, or will I deter you with my clingyness? <—— That’s a word now!
Some days I get really excited about the simplest things, some days you’ll come home to find me dancing around your kitchen in nothing but an over-sized tee shirt. Will you find that immature?
Sometimes I will make you crazy with lust (on purpose,) & sometimes I’ll play hard to get. With me, you can have your cake and eat it too. Is this a turn on, or do you find that intimidating? A woman who knows what she wants?
Oh & I’m also really clumsy, like really, really, clumsy!! You should probably go ahead and start carrying band-aids in your wallet. Trust me, you’ll need them. That is, if you are still interested in me after reading all of this. I kind of just let my soul pour out, it wasn’t my intention to write you a novella.
I am not trying to deter you away by disclosing all of this to you, I just think if we’re going to do this, we should start off being completely honest with one another. So many couples start out their relationships hiding their flaws and then they wonder why their relationships don’t last when those truths are finally revealed. I want to bare those flaws to you, my Dean.
Are you up for the challenge?
To be continued….
I don’t like to boast, but I really think this might be the best piece of fiction I’ve ever written!
I hope you are enjoying this too!
Love & life lessons,