Good Friday Indeed
Friday was undoubtedly the best day of my life.
On March 1, 2004, I declared myself to be on a secret mission, a very hush-hush operation whose details are just now being declassified. The mission: to sift through the dossiers of various agents, select one based on certain criteria, and rendezvous with that agent.
Unbelievably, after a few weeks of working the online personal ads as if it were my job, I established contact with a Canadian female named Chandra. Two weeks of lengthy e-mails confirmed that she was the agent for the job. A rendezvous was arranged. What follows is an abridged debriefing of the operation.
On Friday I went to meet her. Luckily, she was located only about ten minutes away from the Rainbow Bridge. I wasn't worried about her being a 40-year-old pedophile, really, because we had exchanged pictures and talked a little on the phone, so if it were a hoax, it was a masterful one! So I was prepared for combat or escape, just in case. But when I pulled up to the house, a lovely girl came scrabbling out the door and hopped in the car before I knew what was happening. It was kind of funny how casual we were about it; I think we both felt as though we were pretty well-acquainted just through our e-mails, so we didn't really need any introductions now.
We went, as planned, to this peculiar aviary. It was rather interesting, and I love birds, but if I were to say I was actually paying attention to the feathered fiends, I would be lying. Chandra turned out to be rather a touchy type of person, which got distracting. In a good way.
After the aviary, we wandered up Clifton Hill to some Italian restaurant and had dinner and talked for some time. Next, we walked back down the hill and looked at the Falls for a while. There was some definite mushiness throughout all of this.
Eventually we went to this pool hall that turned out to be pretty much empty. I prefer to keep the details private, but to make a long story short, we ended up kissing! Oh goodness.
But it gets better. After we left the pool hall, we climbed a school. I was delighted. It was a school Chandra was well acquainted with, having climbed it many a time in her younger days. I was amazed at her climbing ability; it was a rather tricky ascent! Once we were up there, we chucked all the random basketballs and tennis balls back down to the ground and then sat there on the edge of the roof, drawing some puzzled looks from a few people sitting on the back porch of a nearby house. We sat there a while, just talking and shivering and holding each other. It was like a dream.
Once we succumbed to the cold and thin air of sitting at 20 feet above sea level, we descended, got back in the car, and drove around aimlessly for a while, listening to the romantic ballads of David Hasselhoff. Chandra thought it was hilarious. And she's right, of course. Anyway, we were going to go explore this abandoned house in the middle of nowhere that she knew of, but apparently it had been demolished since the last time she had been to it. Along the way, though, we did see a tree with about a hundred shoes adhered to it in some way.
Later, we stopped at 7-11 for slurpies, and a little while later we decided to call it a night. I might as well have been drunk, because I couldn't even comprehend what had happened over the past five hours. After I dropped Chandra off, I must have punched myself in the face three or four times before I was willing to admit the remote possibility that it wasn't a dream. Even now I still can't believe it happened!
The question is, what happens next? I have to admit I'm terrified. I think I've made a rare find that would be difficult to replace. Very rare indeed, come to think of it.......
It's in God's hands.