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Pretty Young Cowgirl

... at me, we made eye contact. It did make her smile to see me, but then as her folks stood up to leave, she conveniently turned and bending over slightly, she inconspicuously folded her lawn chair.

Looking at her intently, hoping to again get her attention, she looked up, and seeing me looking her way, she smiled, and then shyly looked away.

Continuing to watch as they gathered up all their stuff, it seemed she was looking for a way to get to me, before they left. I too desperately searched for a way to interact with her and seeing they were now headed out, I tried to get to the entrance first, hoping something would present itself.

Quickly, leaving the arena, I stood outside the gate, and waited, hoping I’d see her. For what seemed like forever, I waited, and when I saw her and her folks coming through the entrance on there way out, I moved, trying to position myself so they’d passed me. Eventually, Melissa and I saw each other and seeing her smiling, I smiled too.

Following at a distance, as they continued to walk toward the parking area, I could see she was curiously looking back. I followed them at a distance and as they got to their car, Melissa must have said something to her parents, because she suddenly broke away and came over to me.

It was dark, but I could see her parents were watching where she went. Smiling at her as she came over to me, we shook hands, and after a few seconds she said, “Wait a minute, okay.”

Melissa immediately hurried back over ...

... to where their car was, and after a few minutes she returned. She was smiling excitedly and as she came up to me, I saw her folks were driving off. Seeing this, I looked at her and smiling I casually asked, “What’s going on?”

It was just meant to start a conversation but taking me literally she said, “I told them you’re going to walk me home.”

Hearing this, I couldn’t help but smile and then immediately asked, “And they’re okay with that?

Pausing, she smiled and said, “No, but …” and without finishing, she again paused, which made me nervously think to myself, “Oh my god.”

Continuing to look at each other, searching for a way to keep this going, I suggested, “Do you want to get something to eat,” and without hesitation I continued by saying, “We can talk.”

This made her smile, and then nodding excitedly, she seemed to agree it was a good idea. Smiling, I took her hand, leading us out toward the parking lot. She was obviously nervous, I knew that, but at the restaurant, we did end up having a good time, talking and getting to know each other. It was going well, but as our conversation paused, she suddenly asked, “How old are you?”

I worried it was all over, but smiling I asked, “How old do you think I am?”

Again, there was a pause, but smiling she asked questioningly, “25?”

It made me smile and hoping she’d be okay with that, I said, “That’s pretty close,” which again made her smile.

I knew I couldn’t tell her how old I really was and when she again ...