The Road Taken: Slipping Away

Did I say that? Did I really say that? Did I tell him I was married?

I don’t know what happened. I don’t know how I got here.  I had all of two hours to think of what I would say if we ever spoke. And what did I do?  I told my Adonis I was married. MARRIED! Blurted it out, if you want to know the truth.

Or did I?

Drumheller Fountain provides stunning view of Mt. Rainier.

Only Karen, the instructor, was left in the room by that point and she was sorting through some papers. But when I said it, she stopped cold and looked up quizzically. Her eyes, demanding to know what was going on.  Maybe, instead of saying, “Married!” as I intended, I actually shouted, “Fire!”  I have no idea. Whatever I said, I was mortified and, yet, I was thrilled beyond belief.

He was just being polite, anyway. All that stuff about liking my work and helping me up. The way he reached out with one hand and touched my elbow with the other. He didn’t have to do it. He was just being a gentleman. A beautiful one at that. And, whatever it was that I did scream, didn’t seem to faze Rick at all.

Rick Kildare.  That’s his name. Just like that old TV show I used to watch when I was a kid. Dr. Kildare, starring Richard Chamberlain. Handsome, debonair, Dr. Kildare. But Rick was just Rick. Rick Kildare. Mrs. Rick Kildare. Hmm…Wait a minute!

I’m still married. Why do I keep forgetting that?

Rick and I walked out together into the cool night that felt so warm. Sultry, even. I liked that word and made a mental note to use it in my next story. We were chatting. That’s all. Pinky swear, cross my heart and hope to die. Chatting. Actually, he was doing most of the talking and I was listening. Not listening very well, though, not in my stunned stupor state. Not yet believing that I was here. With him. Rick Kildare.

We meandered down paths, across the campus roads, while we talked about writing. Sometimes we walked closely and I could feel a burst of energy between us. I wanted to grab him and lock lips. But he was talking. Talking about his love for writing, a la Jack Kerouac. That’s who he found inspiring. On the road and all that. Rick told me about his dreams of traveling. First to Alaska, and then he’d see where he’d go from there. Or maybe he’d join the Peace Corps. He was young, I was young, and it was all so promising.

He carried a pen and notebook with him at all times and pulled it out to show me. He smiled gingerly—like that creepy Cheshire cat in Alice in Wonderland, which I never liked. Until I saw Rick’s smile, that is. How divine! Stopping us in mid-step, he let me know that he planned to write about me and the moment we met.  I wanted to melt. Into a puddle, where no one could see me hyperventilating. Did he feel it, too? This thing happening between us, that I couldn’t put my finger on?

His voice exuded passion as he spoke of his writing, and for a moment something stirred in me. I was mesmerized. Captivated. Hearing about his love for writing reminded me of something that I had not felt in a long time. Not since moving to Seattle, anyway.  What was it? I’m not sure, but now his words gave me hope.  Yes, in that instant, I felt awakened and suddenly alive.

We reached the Drumheller Fountain on campus, from which, on clear days, you can see a perfect view of Mt. Rainier. At night, you can’t see it at all, but you can certainly feel the mountain’s ominous presence.  Sitting on the edge of the fountain in the darkness, Rick asked me what made me sign up for the class. He had been moved by what I had written, so quickly, so easily.  He couldn’t help but wonder what my plans and dreams were. His question stumped me.

I had been looking for something but didn’t know exactly what. The adult extension course catalog had arrived in the mail several weeks earlier, and I had been idly perusing it while watching the latest episode of Dallas on TV. Miss Ellie was giving J.R. yet another talking to, which I was sure he was bound to ignore.  As I turned the pages of the catalog, nothing seemed to interest me, more than watching Miss Ellie scold her grown son.

I turned another page and that’s when I saw it.  A description for a creative writing class. Which made me recall the creative writing class I’d taken in high school, and how much I’d loved it. I was always the first to raise my hand when my teacher, Miss Stern, would ask for volunteers to read their work. Now, seeing the creative writing course listed in the adult education catalog, made my pulse quicken. The timing felt right.

But I had no plans to write full time. This was just a hobby. After all, G was back in school, following his dreams. He’d been accepted into a graduate program at the university, so it was up to me to keep working and pay the bills. How could I explain that to Rick?

I looked at my watch and realized we’d been talking for an hour. I knew G was home and probably wondering what had happened to me, so I grabbed my purse and let Rick know that I had to leave.

“Can I walk you home?” He asked hesitantly. “Or maybe give you a ride on my bike?” He added with a laugh.

I looked at him. My sweet Adonis. So close and yet…I want to do this and yet. I started to leave.

“Tell me your phone number.” His voice sounded so sincere…and yet…

“That’s OK, I’m not too far from here,” I said a tad too wistfully. Then, trying to sound more carefree, as if it was all the same to me whether we’d meet again, I added, “See you later!”

As I briskly headed toward the north side of campus, along the path that led to the tree house I shared with G, my husband, I felt myself slipping. Slipping away.

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22 thoughts on “The Road Taken: Slipping Away

  1. Oh man oh man oh man!!!!!!!!! So romantical, I love it! …and I’m starting a search party for this Rick character 😛

  2. Oh girl, Rick sounds like the type of guy I would’ve liked to have a close encounter of any kind with! Yahoo! Why is it that it’s not till a hot guy hits on you that you come to realize that your other half literally feels like a ball and chain? 🙂 So tell me, Mon, if you could turn back time, would you have made different decisions? (Kids don’t count in this hypothetical scenario) I live by the creed of not regretting anything in my past but sometimes, just sometimes, I award myself the luxury of thinking, what the hell was I thinking? And then reality brings me back and I realize I’m still wearing the ball and chain! hee hee! 🙂

    • He’s the kind of a guy you never forget. He had such joie de vivre and it was contagious. If I had known then, how hard it is to find someone like that, someone that special. How men like that don’t grow on trees, then yes, maybe so. I would have considered making different decisions.

  3. This stirs up my own memories of electrical attraction, that zing-zing of invisible sparks flying and silently cracking the air, so I found myself hoping he would kiss you at the fountain, one of those tender first kisses that hint of desire, and feeling the emotional battle between want and forbidden. Did you want him to kiss you?

    • I think in that moment I was probably afraid to have him kiss me. We’d just met and there was a lot going through my head in that moment. As happy as I was to be talking to him, thrilled to know that he initiated it, that really was exciting. But that excitement was tempered by my reality. Anyway, luckily he didn’t try to kiss me. Not then.

  4. A “page turner” without a page to turn to! Hurry up already! Yes indeed inquiring minds want to know!!!!!!! How on earth does Monica end up fighting the passion? Or does she?

    • You know when Charles Dickens started out, his stories were serialized in the local newspaper which made people want to continue buying the paper to find out what happened next. Well, I’m no Charles Dickens, by any means. I’m just taking a page from him, because I think he had the right idea. 😉

  5. -Monica—I am hooked.
    Will she have an affair w/ Adonis? Will she go to bed w/ him? Will they be in the same creative writing class? …. Or is she slipping away into another reality? xxx

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