I met her one summer while visiting a friend. We had gone to the beach to swim and meet girls. The train station had a convinience store inside and was right on the beach, so we had plenty of beer.
A few hours passed and we began to make our way up the beach to the train station, after having only talked to some girls who turned out to be in high school. (I wasn't in the mood for going to jail quite yet). Waiting at the platform, I noticed a woman with bleach blonde hair that reached just below her jawline. She was tall and slim, with tight, tanned skin and a turqoise beach dress that didn't quite make it down past the thighs. Our eyes met and she flashed me a smile of porcelain white teeth.
The train doors opened and the mob rushed in. We waited out the stampede and went in last. I let the woman in the dress go ahead of me, as she had had the same idea. The train was packed and we ended up standing inches apart. I said hi, and introduced myself and my friend. Her name was Ikoi.
She introduced her friend, who I had not noticed until then. I can't recall her name, but that's only because it was not one worth remembering. She was very quiet and wore a black dress that went down to her ankles. Her skin looked as though she'd never seen the sun before that day.
I told Ikoi that I was only visiting and she gave me her number, after asking us out to drinks that night. Unfortunately, I had other plans that night, but would call her soon, I said. I called her the next day and tried to set up a date, but she was busy with work and so I couldn't see her before I left.
I came back three months later and gave her a call. She was drinking with friends and asked if I wouldn't come by. I met her one hour later in downtown. I joined their group and we walked from bar to bar until the early hours of the morning. Her friends eventually left the two of us together and we went to a hotel.
We began kissing as soon as we were in the door. I took of her shirt but she wouldn't let me go any farther. She said she was on her period. The smell on my finger was the litmus.
I saw her again after work the next day and we had dinner. I found myself falling for her.
On the third day, we went to a bar on the eight floor of a building. We were the only customers and the entire staff (oh whom there were eight!) were in the corner, stoned and laughing about something. I had to leave the next day and was sad to go, I told her. I looked at her eyes for a long time after that. She had puppy dog eyes (for lack of a better description) while at the same time showing great resolve. I saw it then.
What are you thinking, she asked me after a smile.
I don't think you'll ever need me, I told her.
She laughed and said, who knows.
My vacation was over.
I went home the following day.
I never saw Ikoi again.