Yeah, she has a penis, just so you know what you're getting into.
I don't want to be here. The only reason that I came outside was because the place I used to be in was somewhere I didn't want to be even more. The refuge I took to was a lot colder, but it was a lot more quiet than the Sunday school room.
My rather peevish roommate insisted that I stop spending my Friday nights at home all the time. When asked if he had any good suggestions, my roommate insisted on his church's singles night. While I was initially dismissive of the idea, especially since I'm not the religious type, there were certain threats to withhold half of the electric bill...and well, here I am on a bench outside the back door of the church.
In front of the bench was a dark wooded area, a small, but thick bit of trees between the building and a small pond. A flock of ducks would stay at the pond every summer, but it was likely frozen over by now and the ducks would have moved elsewhere.
Laying his left arm on the back of the bench, he looked up at the cloudy December sky. There was nearly no moonlight tonight, so the night was a dark one. The chill wind blew through my black hair.
From behind him, the door opened and someone else came out with a sigh of relief. But a moment after the sigh, the person noticed me on the bench. "Oh, I'm not alone out here."
The source of the feminine voice came into view as I turned my head to the left and saw someone in a thick coat walk past me. Due to me being on the bench and with my head back, I didn't get a chance to look at her face. I observed her for a moment before coming up with a witty comment. "Hah, the bad music too much too handle?"
She stopped beside the bench and looked out into the woods. Due to the only light being behind us, looking into the woods was like staring at a black wall. "No, not the music. More likely because, well, I don't know. I guess I just wanted some fresh air."
I decided to sit upright and get a decent look at her. It was better for my neck anyway. She looked a little younger than me, and probably the only woman that was my own age at the gathering. Most of the women at this singles night were late-thirty somethings desperate for a kid. Her short blonde hair was blowing in the gentle, yet very cold breeze.
"Ah." I removed my arm from the other half of the bench. "You want to sit down?" It was only polite to offer.
"Uh, okay." She sounded a little surprised at the offer, but didn't turn it down and sat down to my left.
I withdrew my left arm from my side and held onto my right hand. It was a little uncomfortable, but the bench was only barely big enough to seat two adults, it was only polite to try and prevent any accidental brushing against her.
It was silent for a few moments. But one goes to these engagements to meet people and I figured I might as well participate. "You come to these things often?"
The woman nodded, but then she clarified the affirmation a moment later with a shrug. "Often? Not really. Sometimes I come when I'm feeling social." She turned towards me. "You?"
"First time."
Her initial response was a smile. "It's usually this bad. More often than not there's too many people ten years older than me."
I thought for a moment.
"Ah, you're trying to make a guess, aren't you? Your face is saying it." She looked a little peeved, but it seemed more for comedic effect than an honest reaction.
"Actually, I was thinking about if the same people seeing meeting at these gatherings for years on end. But now that you're saying I'm guessing at your age..." I rolled my eyes an turned my head away from her. "But I'm not rude enough to make guesses or ask." My head returned to neutral and looked out into the woods again.
A small chuckle echoed in the dark night. "I'm not old enough to worry about my age, but I'm no nineteen year old bimbo either."
"Ray." If you're gonna hold a conversation, even a tiny one, it's polite to offer your name. "I don't worry about my age either, but I don't think guys worry about that though."
"My name is Carrie." The blonde introduced herself before bringing her cupped hands to her mouth and exhaling on them.
The air was cold, and the gentle breeze brought an even colder wind chill with it. I wonder what brought her out here. It's not exactly pleasant weather. Looking forward out to the black woods, it wasn't a good view either.
Glancing at her, I saw her shiver in the chill air. "May want to go inside if it bothers you, I imagine it might sn-"
I was promptly interrupted by exactly what I was going to say. Tiny white flakes started to lazily fall from the sky.
She laughed softly. "You set yourself up for God to make it snow."
Even if it was a well-timed joke from God, he seemed to like it to be subtle as even after a few silent minutes, it still only fell slowly. The breeze caused them to sway back and forth as they fell.
If it was officially snowing and still cold, she was unperturbed. She must have been used to the cold and stayed watching with me. Well, I did keep stealing glances as her though, but I imagine any guy would if they were sitting with her. She was cute.
"...can I say something? I don't want to ruin the peaceful mood." Carrie asked softly.
I shrugged. "I imagine asking to say something is more ruining the mood than just saying that something that might."
Her voice shirked back a little. "Oh...I'm sorry."
