The Fair: Part 3

The ice-cream place he picked was amazing. It was an ice-cream bar. You know how buffets will sometimes have a salad bar. Well, it was basically the same thing only for ice-cream treats.

At the start of the line, there were all kinds of ice-cream flavors, from tradition vanilla to rainbow-cotton candy. However, the topping selection was even bigger. It took all my will power not to load my bowl with every possible topping. I was able to settle with a couple scoops of mint ice-cream with crumbled Oreos, chocolate syrup, and some whipped cream. David had Chocolate ice-cream with caramel syrup, and a lot was red hot candies.

“I’ve got a thing for spicy foods”, he said.

“Me too”, I agreed. “Just not on my ice-cream. Ha, ha.” He laughed with me. Over the next couple of hours we learned a lot about each other. For example, when David was six, he climbed a tree. He didn’t even get to the second branch before he fell out, and onto his friend. The worst part was that his friend’s gum had popped out of his mouth into David’s hair when the hit the ground. There were a lot of laughs caused by that on. Eventually, we just stopped talking, and looked at each other.

“What are the odds of this”, David began to say. “Two total strangers making a bet, and then going out for ice-cream.”

“It does seem a little like your average Nicolas Sparks movie”, I said. We laughed some more. I don’t think I have ever laughed so much in one sitting before.

“Oh by the way”, he said. “How in the world did you manage to pop three balloons with one dart?”

“The trick is to aim for the opposite side of the booth so that the dart has the smallest possible angle to the back board.” He nodded as he locked this information away somewhere in his brain. I glanced over to the clock. It was almost 10:30. I was supposed to be home at 10:00. “I’m sorry, I’ve got to go.” I grabbed my purse and keys, and started toward the door. As I reached for the handle, David grabbed my arm.

“Will I ever see you again”, he asked. I bit my lip as I looked around. In my purse I found a pen. With it I wrote my number down on David’s arm.

“You can count on it”, I said as I walked out the door.