Gaer
"Angel whisperer"
- Location
- New Mexico U.S.A.
This is primarily for the single ladies. This was on my trek through Alaska when I was a single lady, and before I met my wonderful late husband. Many of you can probably relate. This was a long time ago.
I'd been driving all over mainland Alaska, enjoying gold mining, scenery, meeting people; seeing the "real"Alaska.
I'd just drove into Glenallen and parked on Main Street. I'd been driving for quite a while and stretched to breathe in the town. A pick-up truck on the other side of the road screeched to a halt. A man hopped out. Not just ANY man! He looked like a man you make up in your head to fantasize about. He looked like he just stepped off a poster, or a roll of paper towels!
Tall, handsome, brawny, burly, strong, rugged, nice beard, (I'm a sucker for beards) , blue eyes to match his truck. and grinning from ear to ear! This is the truth, honest! He was wearing levies and a red buffalo plaid flannel shirt! I'm not kidding! If you wanted to pick the perfect image to depict the PERFECT ALASKA MAN, he was it! In that perfect moment, it was if the skies parted and someone said, "He he is! Just what you wanted!"
"Wow!"
We stood there looking at each other and he said in a deep voice, " Hi!"
I shrugged and said, "Hi!"
"Just pull in?"
"Yes."
"Would you like to go to lunch with me?"
"Ah-h- . . Yes?"
It was THAT QUICK!
THAT QUICK!
"Wow!, O.K.,I have to do something first. Will you be here in an hour?"
"Sure."
He grinned and drove off and I had an hour to look around the town. My family had almost moved here after the 1950's earthquake, so I wanted to check it out. I slipped in and out of the shops. All the souvenir shops look the same. After awhile, I nodded to the clerk and stepped out to the wood slat porch.
"You look lost." a lady's voice broke the silence. "Looking for someone?" It was the sales clerk. "Yes, I'm supposed to meet someone here. A guy I just met is taking me to lunch!"
"What's his name? What does he look like? I know everyone around here and I can tell you all about him! "I don't know his name but he's powerful looking, tall, handsome, beard, big grin, drives a blue Dodge Ram pick-up truck."
I'm waiting to hear some stories about this big, hunky Alaska man. wiggling with anticipation!
But wait! What's this? Her eyebrows tighten into a frown. She storms inside and grabs the phone behind the counter. "Yes, I KNOW HIM! and right now he's supposed to be at OUR HOME, taking care of our three boys! I'm GOING TO KILL HIM WHEN i GET OFF WORK!"
My truck is close by. The ignition starts up quickly. Let's see. Guess I've spread my sunshine enough in this cute little town. Southwest maybe. Yeah, Southwest is good!
I'd been driving all over mainland Alaska, enjoying gold mining, scenery, meeting people; seeing the "real"Alaska.
I'd just drove into Glenallen and parked on Main Street. I'd been driving for quite a while and stretched to breathe in the town. A pick-up truck on the other side of the road screeched to a halt. A man hopped out. Not just ANY man! He looked like a man you make up in your head to fantasize about. He looked like he just stepped off a poster, or a roll of paper towels!
Tall, handsome, brawny, burly, strong, rugged, nice beard, (I'm a sucker for beards) , blue eyes to match his truck. and grinning from ear to ear! This is the truth, honest! He was wearing levies and a red buffalo plaid flannel shirt! I'm not kidding! If you wanted to pick the perfect image to depict the PERFECT ALASKA MAN, he was it! In that perfect moment, it was if the skies parted and someone said, "He he is! Just what you wanted!"
"Wow!"
We stood there looking at each other and he said in a deep voice, " Hi!"
I shrugged and said, "Hi!"
"Just pull in?"
"Yes."
"Would you like to go to lunch with me?"
"Ah-h- . . Yes?"
It was THAT QUICK!
THAT QUICK!
"Wow!, O.K.,I have to do something first. Will you be here in an hour?"
"Sure."
He grinned and drove off and I had an hour to look around the town. My family had almost moved here after the 1950's earthquake, so I wanted to check it out. I slipped in and out of the shops. All the souvenir shops look the same. After awhile, I nodded to the clerk and stepped out to the wood slat porch.
"You look lost." a lady's voice broke the silence. "Looking for someone?" It was the sales clerk. "Yes, I'm supposed to meet someone here. A guy I just met is taking me to lunch!"
"What's his name? What does he look like? I know everyone around here and I can tell you all about him! "I don't know his name but he's powerful looking, tall, handsome, beard, big grin, drives a blue Dodge Ram pick-up truck."
I'm waiting to hear some stories about this big, hunky Alaska man. wiggling with anticipation!
But wait! What's this? Her eyebrows tighten into a frown. She storms inside and grabs the phone behind the counter. "Yes, I KNOW HIM! and right now he's supposed to be at OUR HOME, taking care of our three boys! I'm GOING TO KILL HIM WHEN i GET OFF WORK!"
My truck is close by. The ignition starts up quickly. Let's see. Guess I've spread my sunshine enough in this cute little town. Southwest maybe. Yeah, Southwest is good!
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