This is the first Christmas I have had here in Washington DC. The city is almost empty; hardly any cars rolling up and down downtown... Even the alley cats are off. None of them are around.
I usually go and spend the holidays with my friends either in NYC or Grand Rapids, Michigan, but people has been getting married; living with their partners; visiting their partners’ folks, etc. And I am the only single guy left from that bunch... so, this year I had to take it and stay in DC.
My family is too far away (about forty-five hundred miles from here), and I couldn’t get a plane on time to spend the holidays with them. Beside, due to my business, I couldn’t be away for too long until this site is nicely up and running.
I had a lot of time to think during these days... And the only spectrum of image that sticks to my mind was that of a wonderful girl I have dreamt of having... My Jersey Girl.
I don't know where "Jersey Girl" is at right now... and thinking that I may have had so many chances to be with her and I was so blind I couldn't see what I see right now. I may have had so many opportunities, but one behind the other, I was stocked in a relationship that wasn't taking me anywhere while she was single, and vice versa... time never helped, and our young eyes couldn’t find each other, even thou we were always very close.
I can't remember when was the last time I saw her… maybe a year ago, maybe three years ago. She is one of those people who you meet without planning, somewhere, a bar, the movies, etc., after a period of time passed by, and it feels like time has not gone through at all… same minds, same memories, same affection, and always the same “Jersey Girl”.
We met often and without planning at the movies while we were with our dates. Nothing planned, just coincidence. We all watched the film, walked each other to dropped our dates off at their places, and while walking her to her place, our steps took us to the next morning, laughing, talking, and watching the ferries go on and off Ellis Island early morning… I loved taking pictures of her, but unconsciously, most of those pictures were saved and store in my head, and once in a while they come up to steal a smile out of my lips.
While I was cleaning my apartment and finishing unpacking several boxes I haven’t unpacked until I had these days off, I found images of her… smiling, running, dancing, making faces… even one that’s stayed in my mind clearly… eating ice cream at Coney Island and smiling. That;s my million dollar picture of her
A friend was over and looked at the picture and asked me who she was. I told her that “Jersey Girl” is one of the coolest "Jersey" people I have ever met.
I told her: Jersey Girl was a laid back, all for fun, I-help-u-always friend. A very conscious and nicely rude girl I have ever met. She can tell you to fuck off in a minute; she will kick a truck driver’s ass if they told her some unnapropiate comment; she will defend herself with all she got, yet, the same strong punch she got coming from her hand, was harboring the sweetest hug and face caressing you can imagine… her lips can have plenty of offenses to those that were rude to her, but those same lips were sweeter than honey, sugar, corned syrup, and every little sweets mixed together… her attitude was of a Tom Boy, but every time she got dressed up, she would take your breath away. One of the most beautiful and elegant girl you could ever see gliding the pathway. That was Jersey Girl!!!
All of a sudden, one of the boxes had a little paper with a picture in between the folding of it, and a lipstick mark on the outside… It was Jersey Girl’s letter, telling me that if we don’t find someone by the time we are 33 years old, we promise to marry each other (during the time she wrote it I thought it was a very cheesy statement), and she wrote on the picture: “Your future wife”.
My Christmas was sad; nobody to spend it with (my “friend” left with an excuse; very common thing to happen in DC for what I have experienced; no offenses BUT I may have had such bad luck meeting people in DC that usually act like this all this time?). And I had all of these thoughts and memories in my head. Jersey Girl’s got to be out there somewhere, and I hope I can find her.
We all have our Jersey Girl, or our Southern Girl, or Dutch girl, etc, etc. But Jersey Girl was exactly what I wasn’t looking for "back then," but she is exactly what I have always wanted for my "right now."
Merry Christmas for you all.
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