Chapter 41, A Potter’s Spinning Wheel
With mind and heart ruling out bar
hopping but Vixen out of control I compromised and sought trophy quality, so I
told myself. Once a year our community held a summer Art Fair for Pacific
It excluded the trinkets found at
Saturday Markets making me think it a good place to find a trophy lover. To
attract one I put my art on display and wore stressed hot Levi’s pants, platform
wedge pumps and a cotton blouse tied at the waist.
First I checked the jewelry exhibits
to find a trophy ring paramour. The exhibitors, however, were married with the
wife next to them, bearded hippies, too old, unattractive or worse failed to
notice my art. Leaving jewelry I strolled among the paintings and bought one
of a girl picking flowers in a field from a woman artist but found no trophy
Meandering into the pottery booths I
saw an exhibit tent with hand turned plates, bowls and cups. Attractive, they
also looked utilitarian for everyday use. I spotted him, however, before the
dishes. He was slim, tall, young, attractive, clean shaven with brown shoulder
length hair, alone and also looked utilitarian.
With my painting under an arm I let him eye me while he served a customer but moved on before he could get away. At the next booth, I glanced back. He was staring at my hot pant’s cheeks. He obviously still wanted to be of service. I bent over to admire the booth's wares so he could better appreciate my art then moseyed on.
Peering back from afar, I saw he followed
my wandering. I checked the rest of the Art Fair to ensure there were no better
prospects then decided on new dishes and reconnoitered back to observe him from
at a distance as he served customers. He appeared the pleasant type.
When he was customer free, I
advanced indecisively, until he noticed my approach. He looked at me and smiled
but I veered to the adjoining booth then drifted to his. He came to serve me
but I stared down at dishes instead of looking up. I wanted to hear his voice
"See anything you like?"
A nice voice, confident with a
warmth attachment greeted me. I looked up into his watery blue eyes.