I was in New York City. It's so not like me, but one of my readers has an aunt who writes and she hooked me up with her editor, and one thing led to another. I was at 'Jack's Wife Freda,' a place lil ole me would never have gotten into if not for my so-called 'fame.' Whatever!
My me is all agog at who is in this place I'd never be without who I was with. And then, I saw her.
The December 2012 cover of 'Forbes Life' featured an article called "Heidi Klum Reboots." I've subscribed to 'Forbes' for a long time and 'Forbes Life' is a bonus of sorts. If you've read my stories you know I'm gay. And if you know anything about Heidi, she's not. She's been married twice and has (I think) four kids.
All I can think of is her. Have you ever seen a picture of someone you admire (dream of) and wonder what they might look like in person ... like close up? Her table wasn't ten feet away.
I'm not someone who would catch your eye ... especially if you're her! But fate, being the bitch she is, saw to it that her eyes and mine made contact. I nearly looked away ... but I thought, for just a blink of a second, that there was something there. No way!! Not her!! Not with me!! I'm ... lordie me, there's no way she would ... and certainly ... no way, not with me!!
But she held my gaze. Honest to god she did!!!
Whatever the largest and loudest drum you can think of ... multiply it by ten and you'll get a bit of the feeling in my chest.
My mind wondered ... Okay, I can at least smile. I did. So did she.
Oh My God!!
I saw her whisper to one of the others at her table. The young blonde rose, looked for me, and smiled. When she was within range, she leaned in and whispered, "Heidi would like to meet you, if that's all right with you."
Lord, let me die happy!!
I looked into her blue eyes, smiled, and nodded. She smiled, took my hand, and led me to paradise. I think!
The amazing brown eyes from the cover of the magazine watched me as I came closer. If I thought my heart was pounding a moment or two ago, I think it might register on whatever it is they use to measure earthquakes. This isn't possible was what floated through my (barely) conscious mind.
A cool hand was extended, the smile was brilliant, and the soft voice said, "Hi, I'm Heidi."
"I think you're amazing. I'm Morgan." Oh lord, let the earth swallow me to avoid further embarrassment.
"Morgan." She smiled. "So what brings you to the city that never sleeps?" Oh lord!
"I kinda, sorta am a writer. Lesbian erotica." Her eyes flickered. No way!! I shrugged. "Someone who follows my stories has an aunt who writes ... and I'm here to talk to her publishers about ... whatever."
Her amazing brown eyes twinkled as I fumbled. "You're popular? Should I know about you?" Oh my gawd.
What do I say? "Heidi, there are so many amazing writers on the site. I have a small but loyal following." I shrugged. "I've only been at this for a little more than a year." Her eyes showed her surprise.
"Well now, you must be pretty darn good to have garnered interest that quickly." She smiled. "What name do you write as?" I blushed and told her.
"How cute! How did you come up with that?" Geez. I told her. I saw her eyes cloud.