First off, let me tell you a little about myself. I'm . . . older. Don't ask my age, it's impolite, rude really, but I will tell you I graduated high school in the early 70s. That should tell you all you need to know.
The good thing is I've never looked my age, Whenever I went out to a bar or club I got asked for my ID until I was in my 30s, where the people I hung out with got served while still underage. Hell, I remember one time three of us met for lunch and I was the only one of legal age and I was the only who got carded. Go figure.
I'm of average height, a little on the thin side but with enough curves in all the right places. My face is a bit angular but every one is always telling me how good looking I am. I don't see it, but then again, I'm prejudice.
I've dealt with a lot of shit in my life but think I'm much stronger for it. It took a suicide attempt about ten years ago to bring things to a head.
I had taken a bunch of Percocet, 39 as a matter of fact, strange how I remember that number so clearly. Anyway, as I lay there on the couch I asked myself if this is what I really wanted and in a moment of clarity, I decided it wasn't.
Long story, short, I called 911 was rushed to the hospital, made to drink a god-awful concoction of activated charcoal mixed with chocolate syrup to absorb the poisonous chemicals. It was so sickly sweet I wanted to vomit but they duly informed me if I did they'd just get more and I'd have to start over.
Needless to say, I forced myself to keep it down. From the Hospital I was sent to a in-treatment clinic in a neighboring community. The first day was really rough as I hadn't had any sleep for the past 36 hours.
After that I buckled down and did what I needed to get the hell out of there. I'm pretty damn independent and have trouble with authority figures. I quickly came to the conclusion that I didn't like it there, wanted to get out as soon as possible and never wanted to end up back there.
That's not to say it was a bad place. The staff was fantastic and really helped me start to get my shit together. After the longest ten days of my life I was finally released to go home with the stricture I had to enter an outpatient program.
I eventually did (the last couple of days at the clinic I started to come down with something and it took three different courses of antibiotics to finally kick whatever damn disease I'd picked up).
I mention all of this because it ties in with the title character. After going through the process and coming out the other side in a much better place, I looked for a way to do something to give back, or pay it forward.
Shortly after being released from the outpatient program I saw a listing for becoming a Certified Peer Specialist. It seemed just what I was looking for.
I applied and got accepted and completed the intense two week course. Duly certified by the state, I went looking for a job. After looking around I was able to land a part-time position at the facility where I went for my outpatient treatment and where I still meet with my therapist.
I remember it clearly, I was walking down the hall to the room I would be using to meet with one of my clients when I spotted her.
Now I need to say up front, I'm not normally a fan of people who dye their hair strange colors. I really hate those people who do what I call the Easter Egg Dye job on their hair. All one monotone one color, looking like they dunked their head in a vat of dye.
But there was just something about the way hers was done that caught my attention.
First of all it was blue but not just any blue or totally blue. It went from white through a multitude of different shades from light blue to royal and other than that the color looked perfectly natural.
It floated and dance about her face in luscious waves, framing her features perfectly.
She was walking with someone else and chatting away happily or I would have made a comment about how beautiful I thought her hair was. I really was sorely tempted but let the opportunity slip by. Something I kicked myself repeatedly over.
Just as we were passing her eyes flitted over and met mine. I felt like I'd been struck by lightning. There was an instant connection, a visceral reaction, my stomach clenched, my heart began to race, my breath caught in my throat, my mouth went dry and yes, I felt my pussy spasm.
The thing was I was positive she felt something similar from the look in her eyes.
Then as quickly as it happened, it was over. She continued walking and so did I as I had my appointment to prepare for.
The thing was, I couldn't get her out of my head. This surprised me as I'd never considered being attracted to another woman but there was just something about her that drove me to distraction.
I'll admit that for the first time a couple of nights later I masturbated fantasizing about her as I lay in bed. I had one of the most intense orgasms of my life.
Every time I went to work I looked for her but didn't see her again.
Well my job there didn't last that long. Did I mention I have problem with authority figures? Dealing with the clients was fine, dealing with the insane policies, petty politics and the egos of others made it impossible for me to continue working there.
Though I still went there one day a month for my own therapy appointments, I never saw her there again, though I still couldn't get her out of my head.
The thing about living in a small town is that sooner or later you'll usually run into just about everyone, and so it was with the Girl with the Blue Hair. In reality she was a young woman. I'm horrible guessing peoples ages and she could have been anywhere from her early twenties to approaching forty.
I was shopping at the local mega-mart when I heard this soft sweet voice behind me. "Hi, I hope I'm not being to forward, but I think I recognize you."
Turning toward to voice I was stunned to see the girl with the blue hair. As soon as our eyes met, I felt exactly like the first time we laid eyes on one another.
I know I must have looked like a blithering idiot as my mouth opened and closed several times without making a sound.
She smiled and giggled, a sound so musical I almost melted right there in the aisle.
"Hi," I finally got out, somewhat breathlessly. "I'm Stephanie but all my friends call me Steph" I introduced myself.
"Then I'll definitely call you Steph," she giggled. "My name is Samantha but all my friends call me Sam."
"Pleased to meet you Sam," I laughed.
"Would you like to go get a cup of coffee?" she asked shyly.
Like an idiot I almost blew it by giving my automatic answer. "I don't drink coffee."
I saw her crestfallen look and realized what I'd done. "But I can have a cup of tea or hot chocolate," I hurriedly added, hoping I hadn't blown it.
The way she immediately brightened warmed my heart and I deciding that the few things I hadn't gotten yet could wait and we hurried to the checkout.
We didn't say much, just kept exchanging glances and smiles. As fate would have it, we were parked right next to one another, I kid you not.
She suggested the local Starbucks but I'm not a fan of them and their overpriced swill so I suggested a small local coffee shop that was nearby.
