The Tale Of Time With A Beautiful Girl in the Bar in Sharkeez Hermosa Beach, CA
My heart started pounding, my arms went into automatic “hug” mode and my knees, well, they collapsed faster than Duke in March Madness.
Miss Grand Prix had arrived.
There are certain involuntary things the male body does when we encounter a beautiful girl. We twitch. Our insides start jumping around like Peyton Manning at the line of scrimmage. We run into walls.
Miss Grand Prix causes all that to happen to me.
Lindsay Bedell is a tall, drop-dead gorgeous blonde who was Miss Toyota Grand Prix of Long Beach a couple of years ago. Because I’m involved in the Grand Prix, I get to spend time with her, and I was quick to recruit her to also be a PubClubette, one of the ambassadors to PubClub.com.
So when she showed up to be a judge at the first preliminary event to choose the next Miss Grand Prix at Sharkeez in Hermosa Beach, CA, I was elated.
Well, at first I was doubtful. For all her positives, Lindsay – like all of us – has a few faults. Two of them are reliability and promptness. So I wasn’t exactly doing cartwheels when she called to tell me she would be there; I would believe it when I saw her.
But then, suddenly, in the busy mix of noise, music and bar activity that is Sharkeez Hermosa, she appeared.
She looked stunning. She was wearing what we call an “After 5” dress, perfectly fitted to her body that made her the ideal combination of class and beauty, with just the right hint of sexuality. She could have stepped right on stage and won the whole thing again in a second.
I swear, the smoke from the fog machine parted when she arrived.
Her eyes – oh, those eyes, as blue as the Southern California sky on a postcard day – hit mine and my knees collapsed as if I had been hit by Manny Pacquiao.
We were sharing the same judges card, and Lindsay insisted that I stand behind during the competition. And after it was over – five girls were chosen to go to the finals, taking place Thursday, April 12, the day before the three-day Toyota Grand Prix of Long Beach – Lindsay asked what I was doing next.
Well, I can tell you one thing, if she was asking me to stay, then “leaving” was NOT going to be one of my responses!
So we stayed. We stayed until closing. We stayed nearly past closing, until everyone else was out of the bar except the bartenders.
We had moved over to the bar, she on a seat and me leaning on the bar – I’m a “leaner” more than a sitter in social settings – and just talked. She said she worked for an attorney and, as a result, has learned to be reliable and on time. We talked about my 10 Reasons I’m Still Single. We talked about mutual friends, things we had done together in the past and about things we would do in the future.
If this sounds idyllic, it was, for the most part anyway.
The problem with Lindsay is that nature bestowed such beauty upon her that men are attracted to her like moths to a light. They come from seemingly everywhere. It got to the point on this night that I almost had to use the styrofoam glow sticks Sharkeez was handing out to everyone to beat off all they guys approaching her.
Lindsay was always polite, smiling then looking in my direction so they could clearly see she was not alone and introducing me when they continued their assault.
I can’t really blame the boys, of course. If there’s a beautiful girl anywhere around us, guys will find her, as if guided by osmosis. It’s how nature works and we are powerless to stop or even control it.
If only they could see her in her grid suit!