She was the type of girl who could turn any guy religious and any girl lesbian. I found myself falling in love.

I watched her swing a set of long blonde hair out of her face. With the hair out of her face, I could see those eyes. They were hazel, with a golden ring around the outside that seemed to glow an brilliant shade of orange when they hit the sunlight.

"Is that for sale?" I stared at her glossy lips as she asked me a simple question. She pointed to one of the antique lamps that I had set out in my front yard. The words "Yard Sale" were obviously not enough to satisfy this question.

"Take it," I was dazed and confused like a deer caught in the headlights of her beauty.

She paused. The concentrated look on her face revealed that she was considering if it was best to grab the lamp and get out of there before I caused her any trouble. "No," she replied, making up her mind, "I want to pay you for it."

"Fine, do whatever you want. You can have it all if you want," My mind was racing with the notion of buying her anything she desired.

A giggle suddenly touched my ears, and I realized how rediculous I was being. I saw the flash of green in her wallet and she quickly shoved the wallet back inside her purse. A single dollar was clutched in her hand.

"I don't have enough money," her voice promised. Her eyes flickered deviously, and I didn't really believe her. She continued. "Will you let me have this lamp if I pay you with a date with me tonight?"

I couldn't help smiling or nodding. Words wouldn't come to me. This angel asked me out on a date; how could I say no?

She scribbled a phone number onto the paper, and told me to call if I couldn't make it. She, then, wrote her name and address and told me to pick her up at six.

Breathless, I agreed. She laughed again, and turned on her heal. The ancient lamp swung at her side as she walked away from me, her beauty shined more brightly than that little lamp ever could.

Unable to think about anything but my date, I closed the yard sale an hour later to get ready.

I was like a teenage girl. Brushing, washing, dressing, redressing. The time flew too quick. 5:45 the digital clock in my bathroom read as I brushed my teeth for the eigth time.

A short two miles away. That was all. My foot felt like rubber, and my stomach felt like I had swallowed a butterfly observatory.

I was shocked when I made it to her address without having a mental breakdown. I climbed out of the car and walked up the long sidewalk toward a blue, well-kempt house. The yard was sprinkled with beautiful gardens, and I wondered why I'd never noticed such a beautiful place before.

My hand turned cold as I knocked on the front door. Days passed before the door was answered.

"Who are you?" A very old man answered the door suspiciously.

"I'm Matt, I- I'm here to take Nicole out," I felt my words stumble over each other on their way out. The man starred at me as though I was telling him a not-so-funny joke.

"Ni-Nicole," he suddenly became uneasy. "Nicole hasn't lived here in years. She passed away three years ago," he paused to wipe his eyes, "What kind of joke are you trying to play, Son?"

I didn't answer. Several thoughts flew into my mind. 'She sent me to the wrong house' was my first thought, but then I realized how honest the girl had appeared and wondered if this was the right house after all.

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