Alexandra .....
Part 2
It started on a nice bright June evening at a meeting of the City Camera Club. A member of the Club, who was also a member of the Historical Society, was to give a guided tour detailing the history of the area surrounding the club’s new premises. I was standing talking to another member of the club, while we were waiting for enough people to turn up for the tour to start, when I noticed a rather attractive woman come into the room.
Something snapped in the back of my mind and I was “in love” again. I was began to make my way over to her, but just then our guide for the evening decided that there was enough people to start the tour. He clapped his hands together to get our attention, asked us all to gather around and gave a short introductory talk about what we were going to see tonight.
Then he asked us all to move outside. As I turned around I noticed that the woman who was to be the new “love of my life” had been standing behind me, talking to a friend of mine called Paul. I don’t remember what he said nor what her answer was. But my heart jumped when I heard her voice.
The only way I can describe it is as the cutest accent I have ever heard, but that doesn’t convey the impact it had on me. For me one of the most important things about a woman is her voice. I love accents and the way a woman uses words and the textures of her speech, all add to my attraction for her. And here was a woman able to sent shivers down my spine, even when she wasn’t talking to me.
Paul asked her what her name was and I heard her reply “Alexandra”, before I got separated from them as the crowd squeezed its way through the door. Outside we turned right and followed the guide down the street. I watched Alexandra as she walked along ahead of me. She was wearing an orange track-suit type jacket, with faded blue jeans. And I thought that she had one of the nicest bottoms I’d ever seen.
We followed the guide around the corner and down a little alleyway. He stopped outside the gates of an old Jewish cemetery that I hadn’t known was there. Unfortunately the gates were locked so we couldn’t get in to explore. But our guide gave us a brief history of it standing on the pavement out side.
I noticed Alexandra sneak a camera out of her pocket and point it through the bars of the cemetery’s railings. I walked over to her and reached her just as she was putting the camera away again.
“Nice shot?” I asked.
“Umm, yes,” she gave me a petite smile and I almost kissed her.
There was silence for a moment. Our guide had started to walk on and the group was following him. She turned to follow and I walked beside her.
“So what’s your name?” I asked, even through I’d heard her tell it to Paul a minute ago.
“Alexandra,” the word danced off her tongue.
My heart was beating so loud and she spoke so softly that I had trouble hearing her. “Alex?” I asked.
“I prefer Alexandra,” she replied.
“Alexandra,” I savored her name.
We walked in silence for a few moments. Then I asked, “So is this your first time down at the Camera Club?”
“Oh no. I’ve been to several meetings,” she smiled.
“Really,” I was surprised. “I must have been asleep not to have noticed you before.”
She laughed softly. “Well I’ve seen you around.”
“Yeah?” I smiled at her. “Well I go to most meetings.” I laughed, “Guess I must be addicted to them.”
She was a few inches shorter than me and as I looked down at her, she smiled up at me. Our eyes met and I was lost. There and then she stole my heart with the sparkle in her hazel eyes.
Part 3
The rest of the tour is like a dream to me. I have a hazy impression of the group following our guide around the streets and alleyways, stopping here and there to be told about the historical significance of this or that building. But I judge the highlights of the tour not on the historical pedigree of the buildings, but how close I managed to get to Alexandra as we stood and listened to the stories of our guide. I remember talking to her, but I don’t remember what we said.
To my now jaded memory it seems as if I spent the whole tour running about the group trying to be as close as possible to her for as long as possible. The reason I had to keep running to catch up with her was because she kept moving away from me. It wasn’t that she didn’t like me, or so I thought, it was just that she wanted me to chase after her. A fact to which I should have paid more attention at the time.
But at the time all I thought about was being near her, to be close enough to touch. To talk and listen to her. She had an irresistible attraction for me, like a moth to a candle flame. And I circled closer and closer to the burning passion.
After the tour a group of us retired to the pub as usual. Alexandra joined us, but sat at the opposite end of the group from me. During the night I switched from conversation to conversation, gradually working my way along the group towards her. But unfortunately I didn’t get to her before closing time.
For the next week I could think of nothing but her. When I went to bed my last thought was of her and when I woke she was in my first. The physiologists say that men think of sex once every five minutes, well I seemed to have changed that thought to Alexandra. At that time I knew that I was going to have sex with her. Now I know I wanted much more than just sex from her.
It was a sensation of almost physical hunger. I wanted to touch her and see her and be with. To smell her even ! I’ve never paid much attention to smell with a woman before. Except on the odd occasion when I meet a woman who seemingly uses a perfume designed to fumigate the whole room. But with Alexandra it was as if I wanted to devour her with all my senses.
I can’t remember what the lecture at next week’s meeting of the Club was about. But I do remember the disappointment I felt that she didn’t show up before the meeting started. However after the announcements were read and the meeting was concluded I turned to find her sitting in the back row.
I smiled at her and she smiled back. So I made my way over to speak to her.
“Did you enjoy the meeting?” I asked as I stood beside her chair.
“Yes,” she stood up. “But I missed the beginning.”
There was an electrical tension between us. I wanted to grab her and hug her, but I couldn’t.
“Oh, you didn’t miss much,” I smiled, while the smell of her perfume sent my heart racing.
“Good,” she smiled back.
I couldn’t think of anything to say. Or rather the only things I could think of were along the lines of, “Lets go back to your place and have mad, passionate sex.”, which didn’t seem appropriate to either the location or the stage our relationship was at.
“I think I’ll go up stairs for some coffee,” she started for the exit.
“Err, yes,” I replied and watched her make her way through the crowd.
Paul tapped me on the shoulder and asked, “Are you coming for a pint?”
Normally I would but today I wanted to follow Alexandra up to the coffee dock. “I’ll be down later, Paul,” I said. “Tonight I feel like a cup of coffee first.”
“You ! Coffee?,” he faked amazement. “Are you feeling all right?”
“I do drink coffee on the odd occasion,” I replied.
A few other people headed for the street exit. “See you later,” he said and joined them.
I made my way upstairs and got myself a cup of coffee. I saw Alexandra browsing through the couple of cupboards that the club stored its small library in. I went over and stood beside her.
“Anything interesting?” I asked.
“Oh,” she looked up. “Yeah. It’s all about nineteen twenties fashion photographs.” She turned the book to show me its pages.
“Oh yes,” I half turned and looked at the book. “They had style then, didn’t they?”
“Yes,” she slowly flicked through the pages and we looked at the old style glamour photos.
I was leaning back against the wall, but close enough to her to feel the heat from her body. As she flipped the pages she lent back and towards me, pressing her shoulder against my arm. I wanted to put my arm around her shoulders and hug her close.
Instead I cleared my throat and asked, “Do you want to come out to the movies with me on Friday?”
She looked up at me, “This Friday?”
“Well yes,” I smiled.
“Well …” she hesitated. And my heart stopped beating. “I think that would be very nice.” And I sighed with relief.
“Meet you at half seven outside Eason’s newsagents on O’Connell Street,” I said.
“OK” she smiled back.
I almost left then, but Alexandra turned the page of the book and held it out so that I could see. So we stayed there for the next hour, flicking through photography books.
Then Brian, another member of the club, offered me a lift home, as he lives out in my direction.
I hesitated, not wanting ever to be parted from Alexandra.
“Oh,” gushed Alexandra, “Do take your lift.”
So I said “OK.” And “Goodbye” to Alexandra. And took Brian’s lift. And spend the next few days thinking only of Alexandra
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