HOW TO CATCH A SQUIRREL
By Morris Castle
You don’t use meat as a bait to catch a squirrel… right?
That was my first thought when I decided to get the right woman to be my life companion.
Well, with that in mind, let me tell you some background about my life… I am an average guy with an average life. Not too handsome to be vain, not too ugly to be rejected at first sight. I’ve had a few relationships before, some of them just for fun, some of them with plans to reach the next step of the relationship ladder. But I’m still single and the ladder still unclimbed to the top, so I made up my mind… next relationship must be the one…
Let me get this straight before I proceed to the “how to” part… I enjoyed every relationship, as fun or as serious as they were. And as a personal recommendation, I suggest not to judge your current couple based on what a previous one did or didn’t do, that will make things flow the way they should be.
I am a normal guy with normal needs and normal aspirations; I see an attractive woman and I can’t help to imagine her as a viable prospect… BUT… long lasting relationships can’t be based just on the physical appearance, so… I approach to the prospect, run a discreet personality test and if she is a kind person, then I give myself the chance of that prospect to become a couple or a friend.
On the other hand, as a normal guy, relationships have started as friendships too, in the workplace, in a bus stop… when you less expect them and from whom you less expect. They can last one day, one year or one lifetime. The point is… relationships can be looked for or can be spontaneous but, I think… why can’t they be something in between? That’s how we get to the “how to” part of the story.
The common expression is: “There are plenty of fish in the sea” but… you don’t get to choose which one bites, do you? Hunting foxes…? Dogs had that covered… So… what about a squirrel? An easier target I might think… You know there are a few on your neighborhood and you can spot them once or twice in a day, and… if someone will have your nuts anyway… a squirrel will appreciate them the best (wink).
That brings me to my original question…
- You don’t use meat as a bait to catch a squirrel… right?
I mean… that cliché of entering a bar and look for good looking girls hoping you will find the love of your life, is the equivalent of throwing a hook into the sea and hope to get a white whale while drinking a beer, isn’t it?
Well, if you want to catch a squirrel, I mean… if you want a certain type of woman, you should set things up according to your expectations. In my case… this was the bait for my setup:
There was this girl… Cindy… I saw her every day walking with her dog… a cute 5’6” girl with an intellectual look… The only reason I knew her name was Cindy is because she dropped her work badge once while walking and I picked up for her, she gave me a warm smile, thanked me and continue walking… We began to nod or wave every time we saw each other since that brief meeting. I wasn’t particularly interested on her, so I kept my life going until I took the decision that inspired all this.
OK, I had a decision, a “squirrel”, a bait, and I was going to let the spontaneity did its part. I didn’t know a thing other than her name, but… she always walked alone (the dog doesn’t count) she looked about my age (don’t ask) and her smile… her warm smile… made it worth to give her a shot.
So… here we go… at 4:30 p.m. I set up my stage facing the ocean, 15 minutes later, everything on place, all systems running, ready for a “casual” meeting… she walked by that spot every day around 5:00 p.m. so… opportunity… check!... bait… check!... me trying (I said trying) to look cool… check!... Have you ever tried to look cool while expecting someone to notice you? Pathetic? Romantic? I would say… Difficult!
Anyway… the clock was ticking, my heart was pounding… the wind started to blow a little… and there she was… 100 yards away… looking great, her dog on her left side… left??? It always walked on her right!!! I set all up trying to be on her left side while passing by! To made her walk inches away from me and notice me! Shoot! 50 yards… the reason… a book on her right hand… what was I saying about spontaneity? Right! Let’s give it a shot! That was my cue! 20 yards… let’s see what is she reading… 10 yards… a hardback… good start… 5 yards… “A tale of…” NO FREAKING WAY! That’s an opportunity on a silver tray!!! 3, 2, 1… Showtime!
We had the fruit first and the cheese and bread later, the wine bottle lasted one hour, the same amount of time it took her to defeat me in a tight game while having a delightful conversation about books and places.
Everything felt just right, so… time for the next stage… the next move…
I kept my hands on her shoulders, she stared at the sunset and let a sigh escape… then I placed my head next to hers and gave her a soft kiss on her right cheek… she stood up, grabbed her cheek and blushed –so tender- Then I stood up too, grabbed the blanket again, put it on her back, this time facing her, the sun half way down yet…
Her cheeks turned tomato red, I put both of my hands on both of her cheeks –so warm- and approached my face to get 2 inches from hers… the sun almost gone… she approached one inch… then my lips went the remaining one, her arms closed on my back and then we kissed… softly, tenderly while the sunlight disappeared. Holly gave us her blessing with her excited tail and her kind look.
We stared at each other for a little while… Do you people know the lyrics of “Something stupid” performed by Frank Sinatra or Robbie Williams? Let me write a fragment of it:
“And afterwards we drop into a quiet little place and have a drink or two
And then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like ‘I love you’"
Well, too soon to say “I love you” just yet, right? Don’t panic people… I didn’t… then again, I said something stupid because I couldn’t think straight…
She kissed me goodbye, Holly did his own licking my face again, and they both started walking their way home…
That, ladies and gentlemen, was how to catch a squirrel…
Now, keep it… that’s a different, waaay longer story…
You might ask me or yourselves… Why a squirrel and not a chipmunk? Well, it’s actually very simple: Squirrels have better looking tails (wink)
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