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The Girl From Ipanema
By Anon Allsop
I sat alone on a tall stool at the end of the bar and watched the
passersby on their way down toward the Ipanema beach. I was barely past
my twenty-fifth birthday and on a whim took a trip down to Brazil to
contemplate whether I was cut out for the hustle and bustle life that my
father wished of me. The Cachaca I was drinking made from fermented cane
sugar and lime was smooth yet sweet, and going down way too easily.
I gave the tender a high sign by holding my empty glass into the air,
and silently watched the groups on the terrace below me. Wishing
desperately I could be more like the man down at the beachside table
with the four stunning women seated around him.
Feeling the glass of liquid vibrate the bar near my hand caused me to
glance back; the tender had placed my drink and gathered the empty. He
smiled and followed my gaze back toward the table of beauties.
I sighed under my breath and shook my head. "Now how do you suppose a
fella got so lucky as to have the company of such lovely ladies..."
"Pardon?" the bartender asked in heavily accented English.
I hadn't realized he heard me and looked down at my drink with
embarrassment. "Oh...I'm sorry, I wasn't aware I was speaking aloud."
The man's mustachioed smile stretched wide. "Good day for a swim...eh
amigo?"
I shrugged, secretly loathing the darkly tanned Adonis and his harem of
beauties. "That one..." I nodded my head in the direction of the table.
"He could have his pick of any of those beautiful women at his table...and
here I sit nursing the drinks you keep bringing. How does a man get so
lucky to be surrounded by such hot women?"
"That's a funny one." The man laughed as he dried a glass he had just
washed when I spoke about the handsome man at the table. "I know Sergio;
the man at the table, he is a good amigo..." He sat the glass back on the
shelf and removed another from the sink to dry. "While you wish for his
luck...right now, he is probably wishing he could be up here at the bar
getting drunk on a Cachaca like you."
"I doubt that seriously," I said as I glanced at the table and took
another swallow from my glass.
"Oh?" he said as he placed his elbows on the bar and looked down toward
the table. "Sergio is annoyed...I can tell."
"And how can you tell that," I replied as I sat my glass back down on
the paper coaster.
"I know...you see mulher bonita...pretty women...but what you don't know is
that two of them are Sergio's loud younger sisters and the other two are
their obnoxious friends. I glanced quickly at him and he laughed... "You
see, it isn't at all as you think."
I smiled and glanced back at my drink. "Lesson learned," I added as I
again took a quick sip of the sweet alcohol. I began to glance down
toward the boardwalk and spied a stunning young woman slowly walking
down toward the beach.
"Ah...I see you noticed Gabriela, she is quite a lovely..." I heard him
began but his voice easily drifted out of my head as I watched her
hypnotizing walk toward the sand carrying her bag in one hand and a book
in the other. Her beach cover-up was gently flowing in the soft breeze,
drawing my eyes to her stunning beauty like a moth to a flame.
Beneath that thin cover-up, bits of her bikini would peek out and fuel
my lustful imagination more and more. I realized then that I was holding
alcohol still in my mouth and swallowed it.
I was completely immersed in her captivating beauty as each step she
took, a subtle bounce was sent throughout her frame causing a pulse
within her deeply tanned pert breasts. The entire time my gaze was
riveted upon her lovely form, the old song kept replaying inside my
head...
Tall and tanned and young and lovely
the girl from Ipanema goes walking
and when she passes
each man she passes
goes Aaah!
Her haunting beauty drew my gaze in and never allowed me to release it
until she was well out of my view. Even after, I continued to study the
throng of people for several minutes for another brief glimpse of
her....of Gabriela.
I felt a tap on my forearm; the touch caused me to quickly look over.
"Ah my amigo...that one...she is not for you, you would be better off
chasing after Sergio's sisters or their friends."
I turned and again stared into the area where I saw Gabriela disappear.
"I have never seen a woman so beautiful..."
"All Brazilian women are beautiful amigo...but it would be best for you to
put that one out of your mind." He walked away and filled another
patron's glass, then slowly made his way back. "A girl like Gabriela
could never make you happy."
I smiled. "Sure she could...I'd remind her of my love every day I was
alive, were she mine and give her a reason to return that love till the
end of our days."
He laughed and again picked a glass from the sink to dry. "You
American's are a strange lot, and I don't think I'll ever truly
understand your people."
I emptied my glass and slowly pushed it away. "I think I'll wander down
to the beach for awhile."
"We talk again soon, eh amigo?" He took up my glass and gave me his
patented smile. "You take care my amigo...you a good boy, stay out of
trouble...eh?"
I smiled and continued out of the bar, turning to the left passing the
table of beautiful young Brazilian girls and headed down toward the
boardwalk.
For three days I searched the beach and boardwalk for the beautiful
Gabriela, not once did I discover her in my desperate vision. Today
though, today was different.
From a long way off I could see her approaching in the morning sunlight,
her dark tan I would know anywhere. Here or there the brightly colored
yellow bikini would show, leaving little for my excited imagination to
realize. The wide flounced-brimmed hat made her look as lovely as those
old classic actresses of a bygone era.
Positioning myself discretely on a nearby bench so she would pass
directly by me, I waited. Her hips rocked like a metronome, keeping time
to the song that seemed to repeat within my head...over and over again.
When she moves it's like a samba
that swings so cool and sways so gently
that when she passes
each man she passes
goes Aaah!
I found myself set up straighter, puffing out my chest in a thinly
veiled attempt to resemble the Brazilian men who seemed to be all around
me. Would she notice me? Would she see that I wanted her to look at me
and smile?
Each thrust of her leg forward, split the long cover-up. The sheen of
her glossed lips reflected the bright sun that was a prelude to how the
day would become. I scooted forward upon my bench as she neared, mind
racing to come up with something witty to say to her should she look my
direction. Closer and closer she neared, 'Could she speak English?' I
wondered...I hoped so; Lord, how I hoped so.
Mentally I counted the distance as she closed within my position upon
the bench, ten seconds...not much more. In her wake, men would turn and
swivel their heads in her direction, each one lusting for the beauty
that was Gabriela. Like the song, each one deeply sighing as she passed
them by.
I must speak to her, to hear the dulcet feminine tones as she would
reply to me. I was in love, smitten by a stunning Brazilian beauty that
I had never truly met. My mind raced to find the words to speak of my
love, words which seemed to perch upon my lips; words which in an
instant would endear her heart to mine.
She was almost to me now; I rose slightly in my seat and cleared my
throat of the nervousness that seemed to strangle me. Her haunting
beauty seemed to freeze me in awe, I struggled to speak but nothing came
forward.
And as soon as she arrived, she passed and was slowly walking away; her
hips swaying as if dancing to an unheard samba. I licked the dryness
from my lips...I was crushed; I had my chance to speak to her and allowed
it to pass by without a single word.
To my left I heard giggling; I glanced quickly at two young girls who
had witnessed my epic failure. Lowering my gaze, I turned and quickly
made my way toward the bar bathed in the abject embarrassment I felt.
I could feel them watching me as I walked away; hoping the crowd upon
the boardwalk would swallow me, covering me from their amused view. I
slowly made my way toward the bar and perched myself upon the seat I
seemed to inhabit so often the past few days.
"Ah, it is my young amigo!" the bartender loudly exclaimed. "Why you
looking so glum on this beautiful Brazilian morning?" He smiled as he
observed me for several quiet seconds. "What can I get for you amigo?"
"Just coffee..." I sighed as I turned my head and looked out at the
passersby walking along the boardwalk. Certain of the failure etched in
my body language, I sat up straighter and attempted to shake off the
events of this morning.
He sat my coffee down and poured himself his own. "This wouldn't have
anything to do with a bonita Brazilian Senhorita would it?"
I sighed. "Only one my friend..."
"Ahhhh...I think you are speaking of Gabriela, no?" He sadly shook his
head and offered me a basket filled with bread. "P?o de queijo?" He
smiled. "Cheese bread, take one...good for breakfast."
I removed one and gently tore it, slowly pushing the broken piece off
into my mouth and chewing. "That's very good bread...thank you!"
"You listen to ol Ram?n, he won't steer you wrong...I know all about fine
wine, fine women and great bread." He laughed and patted me on my arm.
"Who is she...Gabriela? What do you know of her?" I pushed another chunk
of the warm bread into my mouth and washed it down with a sip of the
dark coffee.
"All of Ipanema...shoot, all of Brazil knows of Gabriela. She is a famous
model here in our lovely country...but Gabriela is not for you my young
amigo," He sadly shook his head and frowned.
"You've told me that before. Are you afraid of an American coming into
Brazil and taking away one of your beauties? I assume you think she
wouldn't be interested in me because I don't show my status?" I looked
him squarely in his dark eyes; I could hear a hint of my father in my
voice.
"No amigo, it is not that at all...the woman you are attracted to is not a
woman at all." He smiled and drank from his own cup.
"The hell...no way!" I blustered. "Impossible!"
He laughed aloud as he watched the shock on my face. I couldn't tell
whether he was pulling my leg or not by the way he laughed. His eyes
were smiling at me all the while, reminding me of an old uncle that
playfully teased me throughout my young life.
"Are you serious Ram?n? You wouldn't be pulling my leg, would you?" I
studied his expression for the chink in his story that would tell me for
certain that he was teasing...I saw none.
My stunned gaze slowly dropped back to my cup. "But she is so
beautiful...and feminine..."
"Brazil too has her specialized doctors...I'm sure Gabriela knows them
well," He downed the remainder of his cup and carried it to the sink as
he spoke. "You forget about that one, find a real woman to keep you
company while you enjoy what my country has to offer."
I slowly finished my bread and coffee in stunned silence, part of me
disbelieving the news Ram?n just dropped on me. Pushing my cup away I
stood and attempted to pay for the coffee, Ram?n shook his hand and
smiled.
"Amigo, you go to the beach today and feast on the real women that
Brazil is famous for...forget about Gabriela, she is not for you," I
nodded slowly at his comment, turned and made my way back toward the
hotel where I was staying.
At night my dreams were haunted by visions of Gabriela, walking past me;
replaying the day I waited for her again and again in my mind. I knew
what she was...now...and yet, I couldn't seem to shake the fact that she was
stunningly gorgeous.
Ram?n's comment continued to drone throughout my dreams. "The woman you
are attracted to is not a woman at all...the woman you are attracted to is
not a woman at all...the woman you are attracted to is not a woman at
all..."
I sat up quickly and shook the sleep from my head; bright morning
sunlight was streaming through the window and was making it hard to see.
Slowly throwing out my feet from under the sheets, I sat up at the side
of the bed and running my hand through my hair; I gradually stood and
dressed for the day.
Noon again found me perched upon the bench waiting for Gabriela to pass,
this time knowing that the strange desire to see her...him was odd even
for me...still I waited.
As before, she passed me as though I weren't there; never once looking
toward me as she made her way to the sea. Her long dark hair gradually
shifting in the gentle breeze, the bright sun casting her shadow across
the ground, almost caressing me as it passed.
Oh - but he watches so sadly
How - can he tell her he loves her
He - would just give his heart gladly
But each day when she walks to the sea
She looks straight ahead not at he
I followed her with my eyes until she was gone, and then gave a short
laugh as I looked toward the boards beneath my feet. What had I become?
A young American wasting away his life, chasing after a transsexual
albeit a gorgeous one that I saw on the boardwalk...and yet, there was
something about the girl that seemed to pull on me; a desire to engage
in something that transcends the borders of my own self imposed
boundaries.
Tall and tanned and young and lovely
the girl from Ipanema goes walking
and when she passes
he smiles
but she doesn't see
no she doesn't see
she just doesn't see...
Those words rang so true to me, a song written long before I was born
and playing out as if it were solely written with me in mind. I stood
and began to follow, pulled down the boardwalk in her wake...down toward
the sea, in a thinly veiled hope that I would again spy the beautiful
Gabriela.
I didn't want to appear to stalk the girl, yet I was doing just
that...pining for a girl that I could never hope to possess. Walking out
onto the beach, the sand falling like rain from my sandals with each
step I take; I made my way to where I thought Gabriela had gone.
I searched through the multitudes for over an hour but found no trace of
Gabriela, sadly I made my way back up to the little bar where my quest
for her seemed to have begun.
"Hey amigo, so you come back to pay ol Ram?n a visit...eh?" He smiled and
began creating the concoction that I had on that first day. After a long
moment he sat my drink in front of me. "Your Cachaca my amigo."
"Thanks Ram?n," I said as I took a small sip from the glass. I stared at
the liquid as I rotated the glass around to see the bar's logo. The
haunting words from the song replayed over in my head as I silently
studied my glass.
Tall and tanned and young and lovely
the girl from Ipanema goes walking
and when she passes
he smiles
but she doesn't see
no she doesn't see
she just doesn't see...
Movement caused me to break my train of thought as Ram?n pushed a small
bowl of peanuts near to me, I glanced at them and took a few placing
them on a napkin in front of me.
"She is going to be a warm one...eh?" He asked as he worked behind the
counter. "Sunny and warm...a typical day in Ipanema...yes?"
I nodded in respect of my new friend; but my thoughts were elsewhere as
I was beginning to think about my family at home. I realized that I was
wasting my life chasing women...well one woman all over the city. Deep
down, I knew that I should accept the responsibilities I owed my family
and return to the states to begin working for my father. I sighed and
took another drink of the sweet alcohol.
"Ah, amigo...you look as if something is troubling you?" The older man
stood from behind the counter with two limes and began to cut them into
wedges. I slowly nodded while watching him work.
"My friend, it is time I should be heading home." I pursed my lips and
gave the bar a slight pat. "I believe it's time for me to face my father
and stop chasing ghosts around your lovely city."
"By 'ghosts', I assume you are speaking of the one we call Gabriela," He
gave me a paternal smile. "It is for the best my young amigo, one such
as she would only bring you heartache."
I tilted my head slightly and studied his face for a moment. "You have
said that to me at least twice now, if Gabriela is so convincing as a
woman here in Ipanema; why would anyone think she'd only bring me
heartache?"
He raised his eyebrows in surprise, I continued. "She is as believable a
woman as any I have seen...in fact, she is much more beautiful than many
your city has to offer! If it isn't one of those, what is it?"
He smiled. "Ah my amigo, yes Gabriela is quite beautiful, but she cannot
give a young man what he desperately wants and needs."
"And that is?" I asked as I tossed a peanut into my mouth and crushed it
between my teeth.
"I trust that American men are the same as those men here...all want to
sire children. That one, he indicated Gabriela with a general sweep of
his hand, can never give a man a child...can never create an heir to his
name. No sadly, any man who would have her would give up his right for a
namesake...his name would die with him."
I laughed. "There is always adoption, that child could carry on his
name."
He frowned. "I know adoption is always out there, but there is something
about a child created from your own loins; with your blood also coursing
through his veins."
I raised an eyebrow at him. "I was adopted..." I waited to see a flash
of embarrassment cross his face. "I feel that my parents loved me as
much as their own child if they could have had one."
"Ah, amigo...I am sorry...I have offended you." He frowned and looked down
sheepishly.
I reached out and patted his hand. "That's okay my good friend...I think I
understand the point you were making, and no, I am not offended," I
smiled and pushed my glass toward him, slowly stood and offered him my
hand.
"When will you leave?" he asked as he gently grasped my hand and shook
it.
"I'll probably get a spot on the bus in the morning and take it to Rio
International." I paused and looked out upon the sunlit beach in the
distance. "It's time for me to go anyway...but you can bet I'll be back."
"If you're able to return, promise that you will come see ol Ram?n!" He
grinned broadly, his mustachioed face beamed with genuine friendship.
"I will my good friend...I will," I gave him a smile an a nod, slowly
turned and made my way out into the bright sunlight heading back toward
my hotel.
My dreams at night were subject to flashes of Gabriela as she walked
past me toward the beach, always facing forward, never looking my way.
There too was the constant niggling in my mind of returning to my
father's business...the pressure of taking it over and trying to make it
profitable always there, always a worry for him.
The phone ringing brought me to sudden wakefulness as I sluggishly sat
up from the programmed call. "Shit..." I sighed and trudged into the bath
to make myself ready for the long flight home.
I ate a quick breakfast in the hotel's dining area, and then walked the
boardwalk in the early morning sun one last time while I waited for my
shuttle to arrive. Part of me hoped that I would stumble across Gabriela
as she walked upon the path...part of me just wanted to put everything
about Ipanema behind me for good including the girl.
I leaned at a rail and watched the surf from a distance; there were a
few people out in the early morning sun. The Gulls high pitched squawks
were piercing the air, off against the horizon a large boat had it's
sails unfurled and was just catching the morning breezes. I sighed at
the serene scene I was sure to miss, then looked back toward the hotel
just as the bus was pulling up.
Begrudgingly turning, I headed back to gather my belongings and load
them into the bus. Taking a seat, I watched our hotel and surroundings
lazily drift past through the windows. Regretting leaving, but partially
I was excited to return again home to those who loved me.
Our quiet ride into the Rio International airport allowed me to rest
somewhat, only waking as I felt the bus slowing down. Almost as one, we
gathered our bags and slowly made our way into the airport.
I headed straight toward the ticket counter to purchase my flight, I was
thankful I could finally leave my baggage behind. It didn't take me long
to find the terminal where I would catch my plane home. For me, security
was painless and they had me quickly through where I could take a seat
and quietly wait to be told we could begin boarding our plane.
Finally, after almost an hour wait, I was able to seat myself by the
window as other passengers filled their seats. Looking out at the
bustling workers as they readied our plane for flight, each busy with
their own important duties.
I felt my mind returning to my father and his business. His company was
a high end clothier on the east coast with distribution to the entire
United States as well as Canada and several countries in Europe. While I
did have a feel for the business, I was hesitant to make the changes to
the company necessary to raise profit well into this century.
Somehow I would make it work as it was expected of me, but fearful
because I never want to let my parents down. I shrugged and thought
about taking over the company as my father wished...I knew I could do it,
I felt I was able...but without dad calling the shots, I was
fearful...perhaps of the change I knew it would take.
Movement outside caught my eye as our plane began to slowly taxi down
the runway; I leaned toward the window to look back on the city I was
leaving. Overhead, I could hear the usual drone of the attendants of
which I ignored like the countless other times I had flown.
"God, I hate flying!" I heard the feminine voice fearfully whisper as we
took off. Without turning I smiled watching the land drop away below.
"Do you fly much?" she asked, I realized then that she was talking to
me.
"I do fly some for the company that my family owns," I spoke and turned
to look at her. As soon as my gaze locked upon her, I knew that the
woman next to me was the lovely Gabriela.
"Gabriela?" I sighed. Her complexion was absolutely flawless, I could
feel all of the desire to hold this beautiful creature in my arms
suddenly lurch in my stomach.
"Do we know each other?" she asked softly. "You have me at a
disadvantage, sir."
I held out my hand, careful not to show my tremble at being so near to
the woman I loved. "Stephen Cosgrove...I'm an American."
"Well, obviously you already know who I am...I'm Gabriela Caravalho," She
looked at me closely to see if her name rang any bells in my expression.
"I am a Brazilian model..."
I nodded and gave her a quick and nervous smile. "I know."
She grinned; the gloss of her lips seemed to mesmerize me. "I should
probably let you know so I can avoid any uncomfortable conversation...I am
a transgender...I transitioned when I was young. I had SRS on my 18th
birthday."
"Okay." I smiled, thankful to be drinking in her beauty from such a
close proximity. "You're an extremely lovely woman."
Gabriela arched a well manicured eyebrow. "And that does not bother you?
I must say, I'm a bit surprised."
I shook my head, completely captivated by her accent as well as her
breathtaking beauty. "I...I have to tell you something too...ever since I
saw you on the boardwalk in Ipanema, I have been held transfixed by your
beauty...and that's the truth."
Gabriela looked away, I wasn't sure if it were from awkwardness or
embarrassment. "This is unusual for me," She replied softly. "Most men I
meet are interested in me, but as soon as they find out what I once
was...they avoid me."
"I'm not most men," I replied candidly.
"I can see that," she answered, gracefully placing a straying lock of
hair behind her exceptional ears. I realized that she was slightly
uncomfortable as she sought to change the subject. "I'm heading into New
York to try and get a modeling job...try to make a name for myself beyond
Brazil."
"Perhaps I can find some jobs for you, I know quite a few modeling
agencies in New York, and perhaps they can put you in touch with
Designers through my families business," I offered.
"But I'm a..." she argued, gently touching her slender fingers to her
full chest.
I interrupted, I knew what she was about to say. "In my eyes, you are a
woman...and that's all that matters to me," I held out my hand and waited
until she demurely took it within her tiny grasp.
"I'll have to find a place, I guess once I'm settled, we can work
something out," she replied thoughtfully.
I looked down at my hands; the nervous energy seemed to permeate from
them. "I...I have a penthouse that you are welcome to stay at...apartments
are pricey if you want to live in the better neighborhoods....separate
beds of course."
Gabriela looked at me in shock. "You offer to share a room in your
apartment with me...why?"
Again, I looked down sheepishly. "Gabriela, do you believe in love at
first sight?"
"My parents met while on a one day trip...so yes, I believe it is
possible." She again captured a stray lock of hair and tucked it neatly
away.
I looked at her sparkling dark eyes. "From the first day I saw you, I
was in love...I was crushed when I couldn't capture your attention on the
boardwalk...but, if you'd have me, I'd treat you like the princess you
are!"
"I am in complete shock, Stephen." She looked at me intently. "So...now
what happens?"
I smiled, causing her to smile. "It depends on you."
"Oh?" she tilted her head in surprise. "Aren't you afraid your parents
may object to your cavorting with a transgender woman?"
I shook my head. "Do they need to know?"
Gabriela laughed and the sound she made reminded me of the small wind
chimes that hung from my parent's porch. "They will find out
eventually."
"That's possible, but I really doubt it that they would care," I
responded to her comment. "You see, my mother also transitioned when she
was young."
There was a strange relief that washed through Gabriela's eyes, I knew
then at that moment that the strange song no longer held sway over
me...the girl from Ipanema was mine!
The End
Geraldine
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