Memoir - Week 5
Introductions out of the way, it turned out I had stumbled
across a bunch of girls – mostly study-abroad students doing a stint at the
University of Canberra. There were around eight of them who had entered the
infamous King O’s, including two Canadians, a Norwegian and…Erin Ogilvie from
Roanoke. Virginia. The United States of America. There was also Carol, an Australian student
Erin had become friends with through the university’s orientation day.
“No, but I’ll buy you a beer” Erin said.
This was the first time for me any girl had replied with
this cheeky response, and I admired Erin for her independence and confidence.
It struck me as a good start and only bolstered my feeling that this was
something, that she was someone quite different. She hadn’t said no to me. She
wasn’t being negative. She had gently taken control of opening the gate and
allowed me to prospect on her land, you might say.
Contrary to the predictable convention, I followed the
‘girl’ as we side-stepped, bumped and brushed our way past the seemingly
invisible others to the bar. On-tap
Carlton draught we drank, the conversation did flow. Erin’s large blue eyes were
pretty and mesmerising, and I remember beholding them on a woman as I never
have before.
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