[this one's for noblesavage and judi--any random just-passing-through civilians who need context, click here]
so it's late, i'm at the united terminal packing my final passengers into my orange county-bound van and thrilled to have three fares for a change, when up walks this little blond kid lugging a huge surfboard.
"dude, can you take me to dana point?"
even though it's on my way, i start to say no because the rules of my employer are clear: no more than three stops, ever.
i then look him up and down--take in the wild sun-bleached hair, the taut, tanned body, the supplicating gray-green eyes, calculate his desperation to get home. . .
"it'll cost you a hundred bucks and you'll be the last stop--can you live with that?"
yeah, he can, so i stuff his board in sideways across the indignant laps of my legitimate passengers, put the boy up front with me, and off we go.
by the time we hit dana point, the boy and i are old friends--turns out he's a professional surfer, freshly back from hawaii, who'd dropped outta high school in order to pursue his dream.
i smile indulgently at this youthful foolishness as we roll up to the address he'd provided--a big, two-story tile-roofed mediterranean in a high-end gated community.
"so you still live with your folks, huh?"
"nah, this is my house."
turns out this adorably dumb little fuck is one of the top money-earning surfers in the world.
he invites me in and of course i accept--we recline on one of the black leather couches in the mostly-empty living room of his mostly-empty house, he smokes me out and i eventually and reluctantly leave his charmed world and head back to the airport.
three or so months later, i've got a van full of hollywood-bound passengers and we're heading toward the exit when i outta habit glance over to my right as we approach that last terminal and i see him standing there just like last time--little blond boy with a big board, waiting for an OC van [which that night i am anything but]--and i unhesitatingly whip across four lanes of angry traffic, jump out--his eyes alight with recognition when he sees me--and tell him
"it'll cost you a hundred bucks and we have to go in the completely opposite direction from where you live and make three stops in hollywood first--can you live with that?"
of course he can--time and money mean nothing to this boy--so once again, i cram his board in sideways across the laps of a whole bunch of annoyed people i don't wanna fuck and drag the boy up front with me.
how does this tale end? i wish i could tell you i got into his pants that second time, but it didn't happen--god, if only i'd known then what i know now.
turns out this adorably dumb little fuck is one of the top money-earning surfers in the world.
he invites me in and of course i accept--we recline on one of the black leather couches in the mostly-empty living room of his mostly-empty house, he smokes me out and i eventually and reluctantly leave his charmed world and head back to the airport.
* * * * *
three or so months later, i've got a van full of hollywood-bound passengers and we're heading toward the exit when i outta habit glance over to my right as we approach that last terminal and i see him standing there just like last time--little blond boy with a big board, waiting for an OC van [which that night i am anything but]--and i unhesitatingly whip across four lanes of angry traffic, jump out--his eyes alight with recognition when he sees me--and tell him
"it'll cost you a hundred bucks and we have to go in the completely opposite direction from where you live and make three stops in hollywood first--can you live with that?"
of course he can--time and money mean nothing to this boy--so once again, i cram his board in sideways across the laps of a whole bunch of annoyed people i don't wanna fuck and drag the boy up front with me.
how does this tale end? i wish i could tell you i got into his pants that second time, but it didn't happen--god, if only i'd known then what i know now.
4 comments:
Known then what you know now? Which is?
You are just playing with us.
I remember surfer boy from more or less the time it happened. I also remember you were very much taken by him.
If you will remember, he had bought the place because he (and I thought some other surfer friends) had bought the place they had been renting. They just asked to buy the house and did. It was more convenient than looking for a house I suppose.
Oh, the young.
noblesavage: godDAMN, i knew i shoulda talked to you, the memory vault, before i hit publish--i'd forgotten all the details.
and as for that last line, all i meant was, these days i'm much more practiced in the dark art of coercive seduction than i was back then. oh, and i also know enough now to stop and pick up a bottle of tequila before arriving at the target's house.
so who is/was the hottie target, Mikey?
sorry I haven't been around much. Life's kinda gotten in the way. Not boys, not men (and certainly not girls!!), just life.
judi: it's ok--life intervenes. as for surfer boy's identity, i couldn't for the life of me tell you his name now.
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