Caitlin And The Green Contact Lenses (Part 3)

Seat Downstairs

Nevertheless, as I asked Caitlin if she would like to find a seat downstairs to which I would lug her luggage around, I knew that fabled chance could rear its head. Without sounding like a typical man and justifying myself within that sentence, I believe that Caitlin could produce the hardcore verity to the sexual cravings I portray. She now has the looks and the knowledge and surprised that she’s only eighteen years of age with such credible assets to her name, she also has the expertise.

For the whole hour that Caitlin and I were sitting on the lower part of the carriage, right at the end, facing each other, conversation was always brewing. Courtesy led me to carry her bag downstairs and the reason for this move was so that I could get out of the spotlight from many other people’s eyes and sit down in a relaxing environment where I could just let my attitude loose. Caitlin appreciated my unpredictable cockiness.

Such a broadness of fickle pranks, at one stage, when Caitlin decided to rip the two tags from her luggage, I held my hand out for a length of time until she finally clicked and handed them to me. My action must have looked inane to my rickety request but allowing my old self to portray this new style, for no reason, through our conversation I started tearing up the tags into little pieces and flicking them across the barren room.

At one stage, to my curiosity, I even had Caitlin rolling up one or two pieces of the slim cardboard in an attempt to follow my directions for successful flicking. Her hopeless attempt dropped straight to the floor to which she handed me the rest of the tag for my flicking enjoyment. Seemingly acting like I was in my own little world at some stages, I was very active in conversation, zany at most intervals to conversation.

Glasses And Green Eyes

When best I let my mettle fly and in the midst of our conversation, we started talking amongst the topic of contact lenses and glasses. Caitlin took out prescription glasses from her smaller handbag and as she put them on she noted that they looked ugly on her and didn’t suit. Nevertheless, as I thought they accentuated her brown to red hair, her almost olive complexion and the intense hue of her brown eyes, I knew those glasses suited her well and pitched all my worth upon that belief.

Caitlin looked obliged to my comments to which she looked upon me favorably for my odd request to try on her glasses. “Watch out, they’re a strong lens” she warned but as I tried on her glasses, I could feel no strain, not even after a couple of minutes. “Glasses suit you” she mentioned as she gazed at me salaciously.

Taking her gazed glance as a compliment, I mentioned how I was looking to buy green contact lenses as well as fashionable glasses and asked her opinion. “What color do you think would best suit me, green or blue” I asked and again the reply was favoring to green contact lenses. “Blue is too common these days” she noted also hinted her approval with the words “I love green eyes”.

Another feature that Caitlin loved was long hair and as I also pitched my desire for a change in hairstyle, she liked any choice as long as it had nothing to do with cutting my hair. In conversation, I always stumble upon my words and say the wrong things to my truth. For example, I started our digression with “I want to get dreads in my hair” when I really meant to say the next sentence which was “I’m thinking of getting braids as well”. Caitlin noted that I shouldn’t get dreads because I would have to chop my hair off afterwards and we all know how she hates short hair.

Talking About Jett

In passing, I mentioned Jett’s name again and all in all, I disparaged his name by overusing it. Jett was just someone else in Caitlin’s life and from what she discoursed, he wasn’t anything special. Caitlin lessened her demoralizing words saying “I shouldn’t be saying this because he’s your friend” but in what words she did speak, he was but wasn’t special. Caitlin mentioned how he was very childish, had a bad temper and she didn’t see this until the both of them finally broke up. Caitlin also hated it when Jett shaved his hair at one stage through their relationship.

I can still remember walking into Caitlin’s bedroom while she was lying on top of Jett, seeing for the first time his new haircut and the acidulous expression on her face. I think I carried Jett’s name through conversation so much because he seemed to be that connection between the both of us when all else failed.

In addition, I now feel that I used Jett’s name in favor, sensing conscience on my shoulder which kept saying “Jett is one of your better friends and Caitlin used to go out with him so don’t think any wild thoughts”. However, as that repelled me and injected Jett into conversation as a cushion on some occasions, it didn’t stop my vivid thoughts and avid creations amongst conversation. Conscience was never quashed but either was the building surmise that our compatibility could far stretch beyond any permissible barriers of past or present.

Caitlin’s Life In Brisbane

With Caitlin being in for the braids and green contact lenses, she also thought to mention that she was thinking of buying clear contact lenses so that she could throw away her prescription glasses. In earlier conversation, when we first set foot in our new residence downstairs, Caitlin and I found more bonding news when she informed me she was working in a legal office up in Brisbane where she now lives. Studying in a Para-Legal course, she told me how it was hard to find work up where she lives, five minutes just outside of Brisbane’s City Central.

In regards to her resident history, around two years ago Caitlin moved out of house and down to Fairfield where she lived close to a year. I made Caitlin aware that I tried getting in contact with her some six to eight months ago so I could locate Clover but from the news forwarded to me by Caitlin, it doesn’t look worthwhile. For the last eight months, Caitlin has moved up to Brisbane where she’s rented out a flat and advertised for a boarder to share the flat with her.

Speaking of the family she left behind, Caitlin told me that her little brother who still has ADD has been kicked out of school three times. Showing me a picture of her little brother I asked if Caitlin had any pictures of her stay in Tahmoor to show me, unfortunately she had none. Nevertheless, bringing out pictures from her purse, she showed me a picture of her prized horse still back at home. Looking mysteriously at something in her purse she uttered “Now I’m only going to show this picture to you very quickly of my L’s a couple of years ago”.

Passing over her two year old drivers license picture, I could understand why she told me not to laugh. That pictured looked so different to the wholesome girl I was seeing before me, slimmer contours, brighter smile, better hair, she has the package now. “You know I’ve had my L’s for two and a half years and I still haven’t bothered to get my license yet” she laughed to which I told her my sad tale, showed her my horrid photo and then laughed along with her.

Continuing conversation about her life in general, after my speaking of my ten day flu, Caitlin informed me that she was struck down with Glandular Fever for six months. “It was great because I was stuck in bed and couldn’t eat properly so I lost heaps of weight” she remarked in a prothane tone. “Nowadays I head to the Gym everyday” she continued as I gasped at the thought of continual gym overuse as I played down in the earlier days of these memoir’s origin. “You’ve been working out every single day for the last six months” I exclaimed to which she noted she’s only been working out on weekdays after conclusion of work, busy girl.

Earlier when we first met each other Caitlin’s primary words spoken were “You haven’t changed at all”. Not knowing how lightly I should take this or if at all, I wasn’t sure whether not changing was a good thing or a bad. However, bringing that topic up later in conversation, I mentioned that Caitlin had changed completely to which she showed me another picture from her purse.

Being an identification picture, she really looked different in this picture, sort of French or Italian in the oblong shape of her face at the time as well as the long dull red to a hued brown length of hair falling over her eyes. “My friends say I look Spanish in those pictures” she noted to which I could see the resemblance and to which I later found out that Caitlin loved Spanish guys. Yet, bringing up the topic of Ricky Martin, Caitlin smirked saying “Isn’t he gay” to which she added “He’s got a good body, just chop off his head.”

How She Looks Now

Contradicting my being the same, I feel that Caitlin not only has shed the bitchiness I once perceived of her but she’s also matured into the beauty before my eyes. Wearing jeans and a black top which accentuated her large C or D cup breasts, her waist tipping to the verge of skinny complemented her face finely. Her hair has gone through many stages including red and brown streaks with some blonde, redder than brown hair and faded hair to her natural brown. This time around, Caitlin had a beautiful mane of brown hair, peering to a hue of red hair.

Using a sense of mascara to emphasize the value of brown in her eyes, the color never differed and was much like painting her weeping eyes with a brown texter. Wearing a small amount of makeup, her olive skin and what tone she did portray evened out what splendor I could see before my eyes, what did attract me and please me for the one hour trip, melting away the hours into an oblivion of eager absorption. Oh yeah and don’t forget, that infectious perfect smile of hers, delectable…