Small World

South Beach 1993

I come down to build my ex's brothers club. Over the next three years he
goes through like 50 gf's, and finds a cutie named Nicole. After a few
months he brings her over to introduce her, and upon looking into my
eyes she gasps like she had seen a ghost. Asks me where I'm from, LI,
and she says ok. you look like someone I knew once. Couldn't be b/c he
was from the Florida, worked at NASA. . Small world I say. After they
leave, my gf asks what that was all about, and I tell her. Nicole used
to dance in  Solid Gold, and danced for us a few times. Don't tell your
brother b/c I don' t think he knows, but that's where I had seen her
before. IS she a good dancer my gf asks. Yeah actually, but I think she
had a crush on me b/c I used to get a lot of free dances.

Rewind to Spring Break 1987, Ft. Ldle 1986

I tried out for the NY Jets.  Got cut for political reasons, and became
really cynical, took a job bouncing, kept in shape in case a second
chance came along. It didn't. Spring Break 87 did, and we went. Hit
every wet t-shirt contest possible, and hooked up with the winner from
the Candy Store. Used the hell out of the " I tried out for the Jets"
line... anyway this poor thing wound up in our hotel room for the next
three days completely aniberiated, naked, and used.  Not that she didn't
have as much fun as we did.

Back to 1998

We get invited to Nicoles parents house for Easter up in Ft. Ldle. They
have a condo there, north of the strip by a few minutes, right on the
beach. . Meet gramma, and gramma proceed's  to whip out pics of the
grand kids. B'day pics from 10 yo , Christmas, etc..... boring shit. I
excuse myself and walk out onto the balcony. Wham instant Deja Vu.  I
get the sweats when I see Nicole talking to my gf inside and they are
whispering into each others ears.... Oh shit... what now?  I screwed
Nicole sensless on this very beach 9 years before. How could I not
remember?  Nicole comes out and asks how I like the view. She knows...
did she tell my gf?  My gf's brother?   I mumble something like all
beaches look the same, but this one seems familiar. She agree's and
look's me  in the eye's. Here it comes, I'm thinking. Don;t lose it.

"Thanks for not telling anyone where I used to work"
What? huh? oh yeah... no problemo. our secret I say. She then tells me
she' s going to dump my gf's brother, and go back to dancing, her
parents don;t want to pay for grad scholl, and the bf is a fuck up, so
she needs to make money, and free up days. I tell her I'll come see her
and wink. Then I remark about how she let out a gasp when we were first
introduced. We both laugh.... My imagination sometimes gets whacky and I
think for the first time I'm wrong.

So back to Solid Gold she goes, and two months into it I take a trip
there. I thought you'd never come back. It's great to see you.... Right
away free dances, and I remember how great she looks.  Time flies by,
she gets her grad degree in child psych, and keeps in touch usually
through e-mail, calls.... Then one day I get a package.  No name, just a
note attached. I read the note.

So it finally clicked when you told me you went to Nasau Community
College. I was wrecked and thought you said NASA. Enjoy the tee shirt.
The tee shirt was from the Candy Store.