The atmosphere was appropriately festive for the occasion. I had been walking around the premises saying hello to old acquaintances and striking casual conversations with new faces when my eyes locked on her across the room. I zigzagged in between the tables without losing sight of her.
As I got closer, she turned around, smiled, and revealed that her olive eyes went perfectly well with her skin. Up until then, it all had been purely carnal, but this glimpse that she gave me into her soul made the situation all the more promising.
Things flowed smoothly, and even though I noticed that the worn logos of high-end apparel adorned her outer layers, I quickly realized that this was genuine elegance and not a sign of pretentiousness. As I tried to get my act together, I could not believe my luck as she, clearly aware of her desirability, suggested that I better took her to a quieter place quickly, if I truly wanted her. I grew suspicious as this seemed too good to be true, but I figured we could go and have some coffee, and if she hung around long enough for wine, that would be enough time to feel things out.
...even though I noticed that the worn logos of high-end apparel adorned her outer layers, I quickly realized that this was genuine elegance and not a sign of pretentiousness...
“So, you are from Lebanon? How funny, that weird last name of mine is the Spanishized version of a Lebanese last name, my family loves to brag about our ancestry, but the truth is most of us will struggle to find the country on a world map.”
Among laughs and rejoicing the sun came out, and with my eyes full of grit looking out to the horizon I giggled as I thought to myself that I did not know you could have this much fun without undressing.
Though through the marks on her outer shell one could tell she had loved, much to my surprise these marks must have been from her shielding off, as I was greeted with the most youthful skin underneath.
We talked, and she let me know that she had never trusted anyone to get this far, but she made it clear that if we were going to do this, I had to keep her for life. If I wasn’t committed, this was my last chance to leave her untouched and send her off to continue the search for her final destiny.
I told her that though my hands were rough, this sort of thing had to be done with bare skin, and assured her that I would be very gentle...
And that is the story of how I came across my BigBird TMA of Lebanon 747 (along with the full set) and how I decided to keep it in my collection.
Hey, I grew up in a world that conditioned me to the fact that sold-out BigBird 747s were not to be had, even if you were willing to drop some cash, so I couldn’t let this find just go to waste!
Oh, and I forgot to mention that she brought along her sister 707 which made things all the more fun!
Jorge A. Zajia