Chapter Two: Strike OneI went home that night, fearful I would never see that angel in the 70's glasses again.
I wasn't even sure how to go about trying to find her! So I did what any enterprising young man would do:
I consulted a group of strangers at a local bar.
"So, that's how I met her. What do you think I should do next?"
"Well," the old man in a very sharp vest said, "I think you should go back to where you first met her and see if she shows back up."
"No, no, NO!" A woman who looked like she had run about 499 Fortune 500 Companies in her lifetime chimed in. "Even if you do meet her there, she will think you are just such a bore, hanging out in the same places when there are so many more things to be doing. You have to try somewhere else. Anywhere else!"
"Well, okay, but there are like... hundreds of places to be, and only one of her, so I don't necessarily know how I might choose where to go?"
"You said she was wearing houndstooth?" The distinguished man with a beard I could only hope to grow half as well one day said. "A lady like that will have an eye for fashion! I would suggest frequenting a trendy boutique."
"Are you kidding me?" The woman piped up. "She sounds more like a young woman with a passion for the arts! Try a park known for its art installations."
"No, try a--"
I don't remember what any of my new friends said next because it was at that exact moment that something miraculous happened. The sky opened up and a single beam of light shone down from above, illuminating the walkway of the very bar I was visiting. And there, in a different, but equally as lovely sweater, was my soulmate.
"Okay, thanks, bye!" I said as I quickly rushed off to see her before she managed to disappear again.
Luckily, she was just inside the door when I made it up the stairs.
"Hey! Excuse me, hi!" I said a bit breathlessly.
With eyes bright, face full of recognition, she turned toward me.
"Hey!" She said with boundless excitement.
She knew me! She recognized me from that day at San Myshuno too! I thought I might have been able to fly away.
Her expression shifted, turning into one of puzzlement.
"Oh," she said simply, looking a bit sheepish, and even more heartbreakingly so, disappointed. "I'm sorry. I thought you were someone else. Do I know you?"
"Oh, um. No! Not yet," I replied, not deterred. "My name is Teddy. I saw you the other day in the Arts' Quarter, and today, recognized you again. What a coinky-dink, huh?"
"Oh," she said again. "I guess. Did you, like, follow me here or something?"
"Nope! Just got really lucky that you were here," I said with more charm than would be reasonable for any ordinary person to resist.
"Lucky. Yeah. Well, great to meet you, Toby. But if you'll excuse me, I am meeting someone," said the very extraordinary woman.
"Oh, yeah! Sure. It's Teddy, actually. Um, wait, what was your name?" I asked as she started to walk away.
"It's Alex," she said with a great deal of hesitance.
"Alex! Awesome. Great name. Cool sound to it. Love the Al and the Ex. Two syllables. No need for more than that. Or less! Well, unless that's short for some--" I wondered at what point in my ramblings she had gotten far enough away to stop hearing them. Hopefully... on the sooner side.
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"Hey, buck up, Buddy," Harry said after I lamented through my tale of woe on his family's couch.
"Buck up?! I ruined my shot with the love of my life!"
"Teddy, man, you don't even KNOW her! You are getting all tangled up for nothing."
"Nothing?" I sighed dramatically. How was he supposed to understand what it was like to blow your one chance at true love! "Nothing is the hole where my heart once was, the dark pit that rests deep in my chest, in my soul!" I stood up, pacing the floor. "What a life, what a miserable existence to see your destiny and have it fall right through your grasp!" I noticed Harry's younger brother watching as I nearly ran a rut in their carpet. I took him by the shoulders, thinking it was a wonderful opportunity to save this young man from my same, tragic fate.
"You must remember Tray, that life is not always fair. That sometimes, you will think you are doing very well, only to be tossed, thrown, HURLED into an abyss that--"
"Okay, NEW angle!" Harry interrupted, yanking me back to the couch and stopping me from saving his brother. "You haven't ruined anything yet. You just... need a little more time to win her over.
Calmed through renewed hope, I said, "You really think so?"
Whether Harry did or not, he replied with a hearty, "Yes! Look, let's get a lady's perspective. Stella!"
His sister looked up from the robot parts she was tinkering with at the table and raised a brow.
"That all I'm good for, Harry? A lady's perspective?"
"Of course not, but if you don't come over here and help me with Teddy, you're going to have to engineer this couch into a boat to keep us from drowning in all of his tears."
"I'm not crying!" I gasped, insulted.
"Anymore," he muttered under his breath.
Laughing, Stella joined us and Harry caught her up to speed on the dire situation of my love life.
"Oh, so you just made a huge idiot of yourself in front of a girl you like? That's nothing. That's the staple to any good romance."
"You think so?" I asked, relieved.
"If the internet or the flicks coming out of Del Sol Valley are to be believed, then sure!" She said helpfully.
"And everyone knows you can't lie on the internet," I said, laughing.
"Look at that," Harry chimed in, pleased. "We've already got you back on the right track. Let's get you a game plan, slugger."
"I heard there is a rather funky little Romance Festival happening this weekend," Harry's mom piped in as she made us some grilled cheese sandwiches.
"A Romance Festival!" I cried. "That is perfect! I will meet her there and show her all of my best moves. I will buy her flowers and candy and cups of soda that's been dyed pink. No woman can resist a pink drink!"
Stella eyed me unhappily.
"Want to try that again, Friend?"
"Uh, yes. Of course. Women are much more than just their love for pink beverages! For example, their love of puppies! Harry, should I get Alex a puppy?!"
"Oh... no. No, Teddy. Why don't I come with you on this one, man? Give you a little help to keep you from doing something too... you know,
you."
"You're so smart, Harry! Oh, I better go get myself ready," I said as I began to rush out the door. "Thanks, Harry! Stella! Harry and Stella's mom!"
"Where the heck did you find that one, Harry?" Mrs. Bheeda asked.
"Yeah, he's pretty great," my best friend said with a grin.