Buena Mano Book 1 (Unedited/Unrevised)

I'm O-Ok... Chapter 6: A Doll's Love

Chapter 6: A Doll's Love

I met Clarisse in Munich, a long time ago. My band and I were invited to play in a local bar for some sort of victory party. I saw her amongst the crowd enjoying the occasion.

She was a designer of gowns for formal occasions. Her style was incorporating post Victorian with a bit of burlesque. A bit gothic in a way but pretty much avant garde.

She was one part European, one part Asian, and a whole lot of woman. Her petite structure resembles one of my treasures. Her skin was white, but just at the tip of the transition between Caucasian and Malayan. Deep blue eyes, mirrors her elite like attitude. But she was simple. Her clothing said it all. Simple, functional, yet elegant.

I was struck by cupid's arrow right on the artery, bleeding love like wine poured on an empty crystalline glass. For all I know, I was pitted against a force I never knew existed.

Another moment passed as I looked upon the angelic face. She turned around and greeted my gaze with her beauty. I turned away and faced another direction. I wasn't worthy for a goddess to pay attention to a lowly mortal such as myself but the alcohol did its damage. With its influence, I went up to her and asked her for a dance.

I held her hand for the first time and it was as soft as cotton. Delicate at first glance yet when she held mine, I found out that her grip was strong. Her eyes caught my attention the most. Beauty, in all its meaning, was not enough to explain those eyes. I was so enamored; it did not cross my mind if she was a willing partner or if we were close to the wet part of the floor that was soiled by an unfortunate drunk.

I lost my balance. The slippery tiles made me fall backward along with the sweet jewel I held. At first, I thought she would get mad at our awkward disposition. But it surprised me when she gave a faint giggle. Good thing the floor was already cleaned up.

The scent of puke may have ruined my chances with this sweet froiline.

She helped me up as I ask her for forgiveness and excused myself. I made a fool of myself and couldn't make a recovery. The alcohol has run its course and it left me asking what if...

I trailed off to the bar and asked the bartender for a shot of one of their strongest. Holding my palm in my face the entire time, I couldn't shake off the feeling of idiocy. Thinking, what did I just do?

As I beat my head on and on, I heard a familiar voice. It was gentle and sweet as a brush of morning dew laid upon the unwilling warmth of the green grassy fields atop a beautiful mountain scenery. I opened up my eyes and to my surprise she was sitting right next to me. Calmly waiting for something to happen as she looked at me.

No words were ever said as she took my hand and directed me towards the dance floor. At that point, I knew that fate linked us together. And if you're into that sort of thing, it's like there was a higher power trying with all its might to make me want her.

No. God isn't to blame. Nor any metaphysical being that has the power of omnipotence.

It was strictly instinct. The pure unquenchable flames of human desire that lead my heart to her. Yes, I was entranced. The D.J. played a romantic tune and we swayed until it was closing time.

The next morning, I woke up in our hotel. Completely dressed, mind you. It turns out that just before the dawn broke, I fell unconscious. The guys told me, that she had them carry me home.

I was dumbfounded at what transpired and a bit angry at myself because I did not even get her contact number.

I tried to recollect some memories of her but my head ached like it was wrapped in aluminum foil and thrown into the microwave. She was gone and I could not even remember her face.