Everyone told me how beautiful Savannah is in the Spring, but I had no idea just how memorable it would become for me. My job was sending me to a training session there. Always looking for an excuse to get away by myself, I jumped at the chance! My co-workers took golf-clubs; I was looking forward to checking out the art scene.
Being that I it was only for the weekend, I was planning on skipping the afternoon session to get an early start on the galleries. My plan quickly changed early Saturday morning after registration. I was pleasantly surprised to see the lady sitting in front of me. Her shoulder length hair was silky, shiny, curly, and reflected light in the most elegant way.
Most of the women in attendance wore jeans, but this lady wore a pretty blue dress with the hem at her knees which projected a very "professional" image. She wore tan nylons on her sexy legs, and tasteful heels. Her heels were the black suede type that look so sexy.
Most appealing, was her warm, inviting smile. The way she looked in my eyes when we spoke completely enthralled me. She was very outgoing, and introduced herself as Sandy.
I was afraid of losing control of my composure. I was completely stunned with her allure. Recovering quickly, I replied, "my name is Max, very nice to meet you."
That smile and those eyes transfixed me again. To my disappointment, it was time for the meeting to begin...and she turned around.
I don't remember much about the meeting, but I recall every second of sitting behind Sandy. I tried to be discreet staring at her pretty hair floating down to her shoulders, and how wonderful she looked in her dress. I angled my chair slightly, to improve my view her calves and heels.
I spent the morning session gazing at Sandy, hoping I wasn't being obvious to others around me. The morning session ended, and everyone broke for lunch. I quickly maneuvered to arrange a "chance" meeting with her at the door, but got side-tracked halfway out the room by folks that wanted to schmooze. I tolerated their mundane dribble, but kept the doorway focused in the corner of my eye.
There was Sandy about to exit the door! She stopped, and turned around to look for something. She made a brief scan, vaguely in my direction, then turned and left the room. Was she looking for me too? Please, could it be?
I finally had a chance to make my exit, and immediately headed for the door. Being afraid of appearing desperate, I slowed a bit and concentrated to slow my breathing. Into the lobby...I looked around for her...Oh no! I didn't see her!
Disappointed, I resolved myself to a lunch alone and headed for the hotel restaurant. I don't recall what I had for lunch, but Sandy's hair, legs, smile, and blue dress were constantly on my mind. For some reason, I just couldn't stop thinking about her.
Finishing lunch, I paid and headed back to the conference room early. I decided not to skip the afternoon session in hopes of chatting with Sandy a bit more.
I waited anxiously, but the conference resumed without Sandy. I was feeling pretty disappointed while staring at the empty chair in front of me. I don't know how long the conference had resumed when I was drawn out of my "funk" by movement to my right. It was Sandy coming in late!
She reached her aisle, and shot me a quick smile just before sitting down. Much better! Sandy back in her seat. Now I could get back to stealing glances at her.
Toward the end of the conference session, Sandy got up and left the room. I looked up and hoped, but didn't see a quick smile this time. Oh well, I guess it didn't hurt to dream a little.
The session ended about 20 minutes later, and Sandy had not returned. I milled around the lobby a little while, but never saw her. I figured there was no use in idling around any longer, so decided to head back to my room and change. Arriving at the room, I reached for my wallet for the key card...My wallet wasn't there. What a day! Where could I have lost it? Think!!! Oh yeah, I last used my wallet while paying for lunch!
I headed downstairs to the restaurant. The evening crew was now on duty, and the day crew had gone. Unfortunately, no one had turned-in my wallet. Worried and frustrated, I figured it best to go ahead try taking my mind off things with a walk to some of the galleries I'd read about.
I headed to the arts district which was only a few blocks away. The beauty of the city almost made me forget about the wallet....but, my mind was still on Sandy in the blue dress.
The address list for galleries was in my wallet, so I just roamed a few blocks, reading signs until something looked familiar. I reached Orchid Street, and it had a familair ring for some reason. I headed north on the sidewalk. It didn't take long until I walked past the display windows of an establishment named "Body Erotic". It was one I'd read about in the yellow pages last night . I found it intriguing because it didn't look like one of the "smutty" places you'd see on Bourbon Street in New Orleans. It appeared to be an upscale art gallery. I mumbled to myself, "hmmmm, might as well." I stepped in the gallery to have a look.
"Body Erotic" was tastefully decorated, and definitely on the "upscale." Several showcase rooms featured various artists, and there were several hallways leading through the historical district building. Artists were featured for their tattoo art, but most for "body art." Photographs were taken of fantastic works painted on bodies (both male and female bodies). The intricate work was impressive, and I lost track of time while ambling through the gallery. I was admiring the artist's talent on one woman's inner thighs when I sensed someone behind me...I turned, and to my delight, there stood Sandy!
She shot me that spell-binding smile again, and told me she'd found something that must belong to me. She reached into her purse, and pulled out my wallet! Completing thrilled at how my day was now turning out, I thanked her profusely.
Without thinking, I hugged her in delight. When she hugged back, I suddenly realized what I was doing and didn't regret it at all. If I'd have planned it, I wouldn't have had the nerve to risk it.
Sandy told me she'd found it in the restaurant; she'd gone in for coffee just before entering the afternoon session. She'd intended on handing it to me when the session ended, but had to leave the room early. She blushed and told me, "too much coffee."