A Village Encounter

From Queens to Manhattan, I rode the subway. I will never forget that late spring day, when I walked into that Greenwich Village café. This young girl practically stole my heart away. With a long white dress, and a six string guitar, she was just another wannabe star. I was sitting not far away from her at the bar. Between sips of my glass of seltzer, I listened to each sweet note sung by her. The end of her performance brought a light ovation. She sat next to me for some casual conversation. After an informal introduction came a sweet little smile. I was attracted to her all the while, even though she was Jewish, and I a gentile. I told her I also performed in a band. She wrote her phone number on my left hand. Everything with this female appeared just right. I asked if I could see her tomorrow night. She emphatically said “okay” and smiled with delight. Later that night, disappointment would encumber. When I tried to call her, I got a wrong number.