Hearing what she was scared to say, what she was scared to tell you, the first time. Beautiful, she shows you her deep places, where the trout hold. But she doesn't give them up easily. You've got to work for them. Hard. Learning her. Remembering what she's told you before......
.....you begin to write her sentences before she speaks.
She laughs through the wind. She teases. She burps with the bullfrogs -- surprising you -- she isn't all beauty. And this is how she keeps fishermen coming back. The good fishermen, that is. Most give up. She's too nuanced, there's easier, they say as they pack up their spinning rods, ending a whole day with only a few bumps. A coquette in a white tank-top. Almost see-through. And she drives you wild. She holds your interest -- and hand -- giving a little bit at a time. All you can think about is the next date. The next cast into her thoughts.
She flirts, flashing feeding trout as you're rigging. And, re-rigging. For the sixth time....
.....after you think you've got her all figured out.
Jay cups his hand and whispers so that the pond, she can't hear --- callibaetis spinners. The hatch changes; again, she changes her mind. Re-rig. It's a woman's prerogative.