Her name is Sherry and I have to tell you I can't picture my life without her but she is not genetic female. I can hear you say is that your hang-up?
I live here in a small town in Wyoming and I am your typical blue collar type of guy and I work at the local tire and lube shop here in town. One winter morning I was blowing off snow from my driveway and this lady was yelling and waving her arms to get my attention. I turned off the snowblower and walked towards her and I saw the distressed expression on her face.
She said," My name is Sherry and I was wondering if you can help me. I have to get to work but my car and drive-way is buried."
I said," Sure and it will be trouble."
I took my snow-blower and a snow shovel and followed her over.
Between shoveling her car and blowing the snow off her drive-way took about 15 minutes.
She hugged me and said," I just moved here and to show my debt of gratitude I am going to fix you supper tonight. Before you open your mouth in protest I will not take no for an answer. Besides it is nice to know I have such a handsome men as my neighbor. I need your phone number before I go."
I wrote down my number on a sheet of paper she handed me and she put it in her purse and than she drove off.
I cleared snow off of my drive-way and got in my pickup and drove to work.
I spent the day mounting tires and changing oil and 5:30 I was ready to head home for the evening.
After I pulled in I saw Sherry looking out her window and she and I waved.
She called," Hi John, I have dinner just about ready whenever you ready to come over."
I replied," I need to clean up a little bit and I shall be there in a few minutes."
I cleaned off the grease and oil off my hands and face and dried off and than headed over.
I knocked on the door and she opened it and she was a knockout. Her brunette fall softly on her shoulders. Her green eyes sparkled and she flashed me a dazzling smile. She was wearing a dark green skirt which came just above the knees. She was wearing matching pumps I think that is what she was wearing.
I walked in and smelled potatoes and a roast wafting through the house.
She said," I figured you might like pot roast so that is what I cooked and I too like pot roasts."
We sat down and I saw a glass of wine which felt chilled and salad on my plate.
She served us and I tried it and it was delicious.
I said," This is one of the best roasts I have tasted in a long-time. So many people have a tendency to cook out the juice."
She said," That is because they often turn up the oven too high. I put my oven at 300 degrees and let it cook for 2 hours. I also sautee it occasionally to keep it from drying."
After cleaning up the kitchen a little bit we moved unto the couch.
She asks," So how long have you lived here?"
I said," Since I was a toddler I guess you can say I am as close to a native as you can get without being born here."
We talked for two hours touching each other's hands until I had to go home. At the door we kissed goodnight and I walked back to my house thinking about Sherry. In my bed I dreamed about Sherry and I.