Goddess of the Runway 

Bill knew he was out of his depth when he got to the fashion show. The mechanic had won a pair of tickets to the gala unveiling of the Italian designer's summer lineup and, since he did not have a girlfriend, he decided to go alone. He felt uncomfortable in his rented tuxedo and although he was a strong and handsome man Bill felt out of place. Virtually every guest was rich and a lot were famous but being a regular kind of guy, Bill was there only because of those tickets. Besides, he was always up for a challenge and he decided that if nothing else, he would see some really exquisite models showing off their bodies. Even though he was not a fashion lover, he definitely loved beautiful women and as the night progressed, he saw there was no shortage of totally gorgeous women to watch.

Even though Bill wondered what he was doing there, he could not help but be amazed with all of the glitz and glamour involved in putting on a fashion show. He would never admit to his mechanic buddies that he was really having a good time. As the cat walk portion ended, all of the guests began to mill around and talked to their long time friends in wealth. Although he felt out of place, he made himself comfortable at the bar and ordered a scotch on the rocks. His eyes scanned the throng of people as they animatedly talked and he was so intent in his focus he did not notice a young lady come to the bar and stand beside him.

Did you like the show?" she asked. Her soft voice pierced his concentration like an arrow as the startled Bill looked in her direction. Her beauty was stunning and her smile breathtaking and radiant. After taking a sip of his scotch, he replied, "It was quite good. It's the first one I have been to and it was different." As Bill spoke, his eyes explored her face and he was convinced that he had seen her before when suddenly he realized that she was one of the models. In fact, she was the model who he was most attracted to. Every time she came out on the runway, his eyes were glued to her. She seemed to float across the wooden planks as if she were some kind of angel. "You were exceptional!" Bill blurted out causing her to giggle nervously. "Thank you!" she said. "My name is Kate." He shook her extended hand careful not to hurt her and responded, "I am Bill!"

"What line of work are you in Bill?" Her question was one that he dreaded hearing on this evening but knew deep down it would be asked by someone. With Kate, he was tempted to lie to her and tell her he was a lawyer or something to impress her but decided against it and told her he was just a mechanic and a regular guy. After telling her, he expected her to politely excuse herself and leave but was surprised that she did not and said, "Listen Kate, we are in a sea of rich and famous here and I am sure that you do not want to waste your time with a mechanic." It wasn't as though he was ashamed of what he did for a living; in fact, Bill had built up a good client base and had managed to buy a modest home in a nice area and was proud of the fact that it was mortgage free. Kate did not move and her eyes studied him intently but she did not speak and neither did Bill. After a long and uncomfortable pause Kate finally said, "You know, I rub shoulders with the so-called rich and famous every day and I know most of them by name but I cannot think of one of them who is as honest and genuine and contented as you are and unless you want me to leave, I would prefer to spend the evening with you Bill." Kate slid her hand into the crook of his arm as he led her to a small intimate table.

Bill marveled at this woman who, even though she was a popular model and had appeared on the cover of every major fashion magazine, was down-to-earth and relaxed. Careful not to offend her, Bill watched his language even more than he normally would around women but there was just something about Kate that put him completely at ease. As the evening progressed, they found a mutual friendship that neither could refute. The gathering began to thin out and one of the other models came over to their table and asked Kate if she would like a ride back to the hotel. Kate looked at Bill as if to ask whether he would drive her and without any pause, Bill said she was welcome to come along with him if she liked.

Kate went to get her coat and valise and quickly returned. The valet went to get his car and he held the door to the Mercedes open as Kate slid in. As Bill drove, he asked Kate how long she would be in town and her response saddened him. She would be leaving the following morning and would not be back for two months. If it were anyone else, Bill would have immediately tried to seduce this beautiful runway goddess but for some reason, he could not bring himself to grab Kate. There was just something about her.

"The next time you are in town Kate, if you would like to get together, maybe come to my place for a home cooked meal, give me a call." She took his card and said she would even though, in his mind, Bill was convinced he would never see her again. In her hotel lobby, she kissed Bill on the lips softly and thanked him for being so nice and not thinking he could take her to bed given the reputation of models. He escorted her to her room and after kissing her softly on the cheek, said good bye.

Over the next few weeks, Bill shook the memory of Kate from his mind. It was not easy as it seemed that every time he turned around, he would see her gracing the cover of some magazine. But he cherished the evening that he spent with the goddess of the runway and secretly hoped that she had accepted him for the guy that he was. Maybe if he lied to her about what he did, it would have been different he mused but shrugged off the thought simply because he never lied and it would have been short-lived anyway. Since he only gave her his phone number and not his email address, he was certain that he would never hear from her. The internal struggle persisted for those few weeks and then, Bill began to think less and less of the possibilities and more about how he had met a beautiful and glamorous model.

He was on his way out one day when the phone rang. "Shit," he mumbled, "I don't have time for telemarketers right now!" Picking up the receiver and hissing a derisive "yes" into the mouthpiece his ears were greeted with silence. Exasperated, he was about to lay out a string of expletives about telemarketing companies that waste people's time but simply began to put down the phone. As the receiver parted from his ear, he heard a soft voice saying, "So I guess that dinner invitation wasn't for real."

Frozen, he asked the sweet voice to repeat her words and after openly sighing into the phone and explaining he never thought he would hear from her again, settled into a conversation with the beautiful Kate. "I was hoping we could meet for a coffee Bill, if you are not too busy." In truth, he would have cancelled a heart transplant if this was his only chance to see her again.

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