My life with Vernonica started just under a year ago. It's hard to even remember exactly what my thoughts and feelings were before having met her, but I can't help but feel nostalgic for that night. It was a dark and drunken night, spent around a few friends and many strangers, sometimes not knowing who was who, so I ended up treating them the same. I had just turned 21, and all I had on my mind was partying until I couldn't even move a drink to my mouth. That attitude lasted about two hours, as I'm not much of a partier and tend to get turned off by obnoxiously loud music pretty quickly, and I may or may not have gotten a bit too drunk too quickly. My friends seemed to be having a good time, so to leave I just faked a call from my boss and said I needed to do something for work, and somehow my friends were drunk enough to believe it. Truth be told I wasn't planning on leaving, I just needed some air, and a lot of water. I spent a lot of time outside, trying to collect my thoughts. Mostly I couldn't help but wonder what to do when today was done. I had just moved to a new city to continue my education, I felt fresh and new, and ready for the experiences of this new city to enrich and enlighten me. I was ready for today to be the benchmark by which I measure all future days, and it was, but maybe not in the way that I was expecting. Eventually though, the alcohol could no longer mask how absolutely frigid it was outside, and even through all my winter gear eventually I had to go inside.
As I was walking back in, I noticed that the music had gotten even louder, and that my friends were no where to be seen. I looked over the entire bar, searched the bathrooms, and they were gone. Frustrated but still ready to continue my night at home, I ordered one last drink for the road before walking back to my apartment. As I turned to walk get my ID and card back, I managed to bump into what I thought was a pillar standing next to me, knocking my glasses to the floor. Frantically searching for them before they inevitably get stepped on. It was then I heard the most angelic voice I'd ever heard lean over top of me and say, "Excuse me, I think you dropped these."
I knew before I even looked up that I was in love. I felt a great rapturous joy flow from the deepest recesses of my heart into my brain and back again. I'm sure I had the goofiest smile on my face as I looked up and realized she was handing me my glasses. Luckily for me, she had the most beautiful smile aimed at my direction as well. It was a coy, devilish smile, a smile that meant a million different things, and I knew I would give anything to see that smile every day. She was looking down at me, head cocked to the side when she asked my name.
"I'm... Chris, nice to meet you."
"Vernonica." She said, followed by,
"I know your name, but what kind of drink am I getting you?"
"Whatever you think is best." was the best answer I could come up with.
Truly I was just mesmerized by her face. She had long hair put up in a bun, and the cutest not quite chubby cheeks but also not chubby, rosy cheeks. Almost chipmunk like, with a cute nose slightly pointing upwards and large deep red lips. It was as we were walking over to the bar that I got a really good look at her. I'm 5'10, and she was well over a head taller than me. I don't know her height, but I'm guessing somewhere around 6'6 maybe 6'7. Large is the best way to describe her appearance at first. Large and domineering. She wasn't obese or anything, or even fat, she had broad shoulders and hair that went well past them, with large arms that looked like I could hang off of them if I grabbed on while she was flexing. She was a very voluptuous woman, wearing a t shirt and jeans that left little to the imagination. She had incredibly large breasts, more than a handful does not describe them, they were easily larger than my head. She had wide hips that were stood on top of long, incredibly thick legs. Her legs were honestly probably thicker than my torso. She was so unbelievably cute, kind of chubby but in the most adorable way possible, and easily the most attractive woman I've ever met. She also had the largest ass I've ever seen on any woman in my entire life. Round, and shapely, but wide and incredibly huge. It could seriously be nearing 60 inches all around.
She led me over to where she was sitting at the bar, ordering us both a tequila sunrise.
"So what brings you here today?"
"Unfortunately, I was brought here by my friends but they seemed to have up and vanished."
"Awww shucks, that's no good. I feel you though, I was going to meet a date here, but I just ended up drinking alone for an hour..."
"Luckily there's no reason to do that anymore. Thank you for the drink by the way."
"No problem, cute thing."
I didn't really know how to respond to that. It's not that I thought little of myself, but the idea that this woman would look at me and say these things was genuinely baffling, she was honestly that gorgeous.
"Oh gosh, thanks! You're rather cute yourself, I should buy you a drink next."
"No that's okay, you're money's no good here. You've spent enough on drinks tonight, let me keep you going."
"Well thank you! You're making me glad I came out for my birthday."
She rapped me over the shoulder and exclaimed, "You never said it was your birthday! We've got to celebrate now!"
We clinked glasses and finished our drinks before she said, "I can't believe your friends ditched you here, especially on your birthday but I guess I should thank them now that I've got you all to myself." she said with a big laugh and smile. I couldn't help but smile myself, I couldn't even mask that I wanted the same thing.
"So how old are you?" I was kind of dreading that question.
"I turned 21 yesterday." I said with my best impression of a youthful smile.
She looked at me with a slightly bewildered face.
"I mean I thought you were young but you're as fresh as they come."
"Don't worry I'm a crotchety old man at heart." She laughed pretty hard at that. It felt good, I was starting to be able to be myself around her.
"Well you know what, I think I want to treat you to somewhere a little nicer, maybe somewhere we can actually hear each other speak."
I nodded in agreement.
"Where do you have in mind?" I said.
"There's this really quiet down-to-earth lounge down the road, if there's room we're definitely going in."
As we got outside and walked down the street, I really felt how absolutely cold it was. Being from Detroit you'd imagine that I would be able to deal with frigid temperatures better than the average man but that would be far from the truth. It wasn't long before I had my hands in pockets and was shivering more than I wanted to in front of the present company. She stopped me while we were waiting for a street crossing sign and took her gloves off and put them on me. I don't think she was bothered by having to do so, going by her face, but she looked happy to help. The rest of the way there, she held my hand and kept us going at a brisk enough pace to get me there with all appendages in tact.
"Here we are, lets get you warmed up." I was shielding myself from the cold and didn't even notice the sign, but she led me inside and I was greeted by something rather new; quiet. I walked in with her right behind me, pointing me to a booth in the corner of this establishment. as I sat down someone came up and asked what we'd like to drink, before I could even think of something she'd ordered us a couple of waters and two screwdrivers. Looking around here, it was intoxicatingly relaxing. There was a cool and quiet band laying down some sweet and sultry music on the opposite side of the building, loud enough to be present, quiet enough to allow a conversation.
