I have been married to Davied Weinberg for seven years now. After college, I went a little mad, and David helped me. I fell in love with him at first sight. I had
no idea who he was or where he came from. I lost my mind after my mother scared off my boyfriend, who had the most beautiful blue eyes God ever had the audacity to create. I went to Yale. He was from Texas. He was a wild man, but I was crazy about him. My mother never liked any of my boyfriends. David was no different. We met when I came stumbling out of a bar, drunk. I was sporting a black eye, and my hair was completely disheveled. All I remember was passing out in an alleyway, and when I woke up, I was lying down with my head in somebody's lap. We were in a park. David had a thing of ice pressed to my black eye. The park was just across the street from the bar, so he probably got the ice there.
He was wearing sweat pants, tennis shoes, a white t-shirt, and a gray jacket. His eyes were coffee brown.
"Are you all right, Miss? You took quite a fall."
Already, I was in love. He gave me a smirk. I had never seen this man before in my life, and I have to tell you, I found him to be quite handsome.
"I've been better. I'm a little nauseated."
David leaned me over so I could throw up all the beer I had been drinking earlier. It was both nasty and embarrassing, to say the least. He stroked my back, and held my hair while I was sick. Once I was done, I lay my head back on his lap.
"Why did you have a bag of ice pressed against my left eye?"
"From what I heard, someone in the bar punched you. I think it was the bartender. She sure was rough looking. She said you were being quite difficult, and she had no choice but to use physical force."
I smiled. "Yes, well, I was a bit mouthy to her, so I guess I had it coming. Once my hangover is gone, I will go back and apologize."
"What's your name?"
"Alexis. Alexis Chandler."
"Pretty name. I'm David Weinberg."
I had such a throbbing headache. I was no longer queasy, but very tired. Slowly, I sat up.
"Well, thank you very much, Mr. Weinberg, but I think I better be getting back home. I should sleep this off."
David nodded his head and offered to call me a cab.
"I'd drive you myself, but I promised a friend I would meet him here in a half hour."
"That is perfectly fine. Thank you so much for all your help, Mr. Weinberg."
"David, please. You are very welcome, Miss Chandler."
"Alexis."
"Alexis."
David called the cab, paid the driver and told me to look after myself. I thanked him, and told him I hoped I'd see him again.
"How about we have lunch tomorrow? There's a really nice pizza place around the corner from here."
It was a date. I would meet him there tomorrow at noon. He sure was a gentleman. I just hoped that if anything came out of this relationship, my mother would not scare him off like she did my other boyfriends.