Barbra asked, “would you get me some buttered pop corn and a Coke?”

With a smile, I said,”sure.”

I headed over to pop corn stand and it was lust at first site. It seemed as if her eyes were sparkling. Her blouse and skirt were skin tight.

She asked,"are you from around here?" I've never noticed you before."

I laughed and replied, "I'm from a far away planet they call New York."

She smiled radiantly and said, "I'm from a far away planet to, but I got stuck here for a while."

"Missed ride back on space ship," I joked.

"Something like that," she said smiling.

"I'm supposed to be in Europe, but Navy stuck me out here on left coast. They just don't know how to read a dream sheet," I smiled.

"What do you do with Navy," she asked.

"Im a communications specialist," I answered.

She smiled glowingly and said, "I'm into communications to."

I laughed and asked, "that's what you do on your planet when you're not selling pop corn."

She smiled and said, "something like that.

"Oh, could I have a buttered pop corn and a Coke,” I asked.

“Wouldn't you rather have something else,?” she whispered seductively.

“Yes, I would, but this is for Barbra, girl that's waiting for me to bring this back to car.”

“Would Barbra miss you if you didn't come back,?” she whispered almost hypnoticly.”

I answered.”I don't know, but I think she would wonder about what happened to pop corn and Coke.”

“Okay.” She said, reluctantly handing me pop corn and coke.

“Maybe another time,” I said.

“I'd like that, My name is Triffy. Here's my number. Call me when you're finished getting pop corn for Barbra,” she said.

“My name is Tim, maybe another time Triffy,” I said.

I brought pop corn and coke back to Barbra. She snuggled up with me and asked, “Didn't you want anything?”

“Want anything what,?” I asked.

“Didn't you want a snack? She said, seeming puzzled.

“Oh, I just didn't think of it,” I replied.

Smiling seductively, she said. “I'm willing to share.”

She then gazed into my eyes and started to kiss me, but I couldn't get Triffy out of my mind. It were as if she had cast a spell on me. Barbra was very pretty, and I really did like her, but I felt as if I were now wearing wrong size shoe. I needed size Triffy, but I tried hard to fit into size Barbra. After movie I drove Barbra home. She asked me in, but I told her I had some work to do that just couldn't wait.

I drove down Pacific Coast Highway and parked by one of massive cliffs to think and reflect. The height of cliffs, wonderful splashing sound of water always seemed to invigorate my thought process.

I debated with myself if I should call Triffy or not. I knew nothing about her except that she was very beautiful. She just wasn't kind of girl you would expect to be selling pop corn. At least not with those looks.

She intrigued me. At last, I decided to call her just out of curiousity. I just had to know where she came from, what she was into and what heck was she doing selling pop corn. But, I was really fooling myself. Deep down, I was really attracted to her.

I could relate to her plight. I to once lived in a very high rent neighborhood. After a hitch in Navy, I just couldn't imagine myself living in Brooklyn anymore. It was where I grew up and there will always be a place in my heart for Brooklyn, but I just can't deal with living there any longer.

After spending so many years out on West Coast and learning to speak proper English, it scared hell out of me to think that I might settle back down in Brooklyn and revert to speaking a Brooklyn dilect again. I had no idea that I was speaking a very foreign language until I left Brooklyn. All I had to say were either words coffee or water and everyone realized I was from Brooklyn.

When I first left Navy I had a golden tan from all those years in Pacific and when I talked to someone that didn't know me, they always asked me where I was from. At first I just thought they wondered why I had such a deep tan in middle of winter. But, they all said you don't sound Brooklyn. And they were right. I was speaking a foreign language in my native Brooklyn.

So, there was only one thing to do. It was time to move to Manhattan. I found an apartment that I could afford in one of plushest places in Manhattan. But I had to sacrifice. I could only swing rent for a studio apartment. But my new neighbors weren't like ones I were acustomed to in Brooklyn.