Eccentric Much?

She thinks I talk to much. It's her own fault though, I become more exciting, more funny--larger in her presence.

She has figured out how to shut me up though. "It is because I can't walk and chew gum at the same time," I explain.

That's alright with her-- she likes when I chew gum.

I look down into her light hazel eyes, almost green.

"Am I what you expected?" She whispers. Her lips are full and inviting.

"I did not know what to expect," I reply.

My imagination could not have given life to the woman before me. She is whole. I watch her move. Feel her touch. Taste her skin. I realize there is so much more for me to learn and so little time to learn it.

I have no answers for the other questions she asks. Those questions are all part of the real world and we are still underneath the neon lights.

"You brought me coffee, " I tell her. "While I laid here sleeping." A simple act that speaks volumes and sets her apart. I fumble through words trying to explain.

She finds me strange. "As in strangely familiar?" I ask. It is more like strangely eccentric she tells me. I never consider myself eccentric. Different perhaps, but not eccentric. I don't stick out of the crowd. I like to think of myself as a combination of the best and worst of all stereo types which puts me in a category all alone.