A new Kirsten GM-thumbs up.

Kirsten called last night shortly after 9PM asking if she might hitch an early morning ride to School this A.M. Her mother, a nurse, is now working a new shift of 4 days of 12 hours each, 10PM to 10AM-or something akin-Wednesday thru Saturday. Most mornings, I am out and about around 8ish anyway. I'm utilizing school library time in an effort to continue some on-going research as a means of getting a head start on a vital paper I know will be due for a class next year-if I don't open a local franchise as an entrepreneurial extension of a part-time night and weekend wee business I'm involved in. But, blow-off business talk, let's get back to Kirsten. Natch, I said OK. Morning dawns. I am opening the door for her.

Please note, although the word funky' was first used in 1784 to describe an old block of musty, moldy cheese, the term has since developed into an expression of originality. Now Kirsten definitely looked funky dressed in a delicious, sexy, original way. She was wearing a colorful Tibet trekking tunic top (seriously). It was all full-puffed white shouldered and red strapped with a bohemian bodice which spoke of peace, love and paisley with a white center fastened with a multitude of small buttons which, in my ever hyper sensually alert eye, begged to be undone one by one.

She had taken a long shot and won when she ordered this outfit from Free People online; and, she was scrumptious with her pull it together wide-legged white sailor pant. Though I would have preferred her sitting next to me in more revealing Culottes-especially as her legs were curled on the seat as she faced me talking animatedly about her mother's new schedule. I do love a well turned ankle. That being said, I had a hard time listening. I wanted desperately to turn around and drive her home and ...and...and...watch Looney Tunes-right. :)

I held to my self imposed scruples and followed the rule of law. Dutifully, I dropped off her sleeping virginal beauty, braces and all, at the too nearby Junior High School-ignoring wolf whistles when I got out too open her door that would usually have pleased me. She was out the door on her own in a jiff. (smart girl) Then, I offered to pick her up whenever. Her face saddened. Her mother had pre-arranged to do the honors. In fact, her mom thought she was taking the bus to school. No, she hadn't told her of her new friend. That conveyed a singular meaning to me. Kirsten was more than casually interested in our new found acquaintance. Did she sense I was smitten with her? Were my eyes signaling how awe struck I was with her? I'm supposed to be the expert at reading facial expressions and body language. Regardless, I laid claim to her time before school tomorrow. We're going to breakfast at a popular diner for working stiffs and High School jocks and their girls for the year.

Before, she left my side, I took her hand and suggested she tell her mom we'd met and we were hanging due to a mutual interest in being bohemian. She laughed. I felt her hand slip out of my loose hold as she turned and ran to beat the bell. The scent of her lilac hair faded. I got in and started my car and drove to find a suitable outfit to match her unique style so as not to arouse mom's suspicions of my pant suit's lack of funk.

Happily bohemian, ξms