Me: I am having such a lazy day. I’m bored.
Sissy: That’s because you’re single.
Me: Oh, so married people never get bored?
Sissy: No, because we’re too busy feeling sorry for people like you!
Thus began the endless questioning that I do of my life whenever I talk to either one of my sisters. I desperately needed to get out of the house, do something! So I would never have to be bored.
(Or at least admit boredom to my sisters.) I had tried a variation of remedial tasks to keep me busy about town and the house but it was useless. I was bored and lonely! It had been a week since I ran into the beautiful blue eyed man downtown. I hadn’t thought anymore of him until a friend of mine suggested that we have a little party to mix things up a bit. I readily agreed. Elle and I set out to plan an intimate little gathering at her place which was perfectly close to Wrightsville Beach and it was the onset of summer. She invited some friends, I invited some friends and we thought that both sets of friends would fit perfectly together and we would have a great time. After a week of hard planning came to a close, we began on a Saturday night primping ourselves for the bash. I was wearing a cute two piece pink bathing suit with a lime green cover up. As I was putting the finishing touches on my make-up Elle yells out to me from the kitchen,
“Hey! I invited my friend Fabian I think you might like him! The two of you are so much alike I think you would hit it off!”
I didn’t want to tell her that I didn’t want to meet a guy called Fabian let alone get on with him. However, I shrugged it off and just answered,
“OK? I hope he’s cute!”
Party under way, I’m making drinks, *shaking booty to music* introducing people around and being the fabulous host that I can be when I’m 2 glasses of Shiraz in. Handing a fellow partier a drink and then engaging him in conversation, I see out of the corner of my eye Mr. Beautiful Blue Eyes. I stood there *heart racing* with Mr. Beautiful staring at me staring AND the guy I was talking to. I kept thinking that if I just stood there *socially inept* long enough he would just go away. He didn’t. He stood there just staring and waiting for me to finish talking. He waited for a minute or two, and then spoke.
“Hello, Wynter. How are you?”
“I’m fine and you?
“I’m good. Very busy with work though. Elle told me about this party you guys were having and I thought I would come by to see you for a bit.”
“Well, I’m glad you did.” There is no need to look down I can feel my legs shaking.
He leans in a little closer and asks, “Would you like to go outside and talk?”
Breathless *feeling nervous* I answer, “Sure.”
We sat and talked, but mostly I just watched his mouth moving. I registered a laugh and uh-huh every now and again just to keep it interesting. I stared into his eyes and watched how every time he smiled his eyes would respond in kind. I watched the way his lips moved every time he said my name. I was jarred out of my admiration for him with the very disturbing news that he had to get back to work.
“Oh, really,” trying to hide my disappointment, “You can’t stay longer?”
“No, I’m sorry. I just came by because I really wanted to talk with you but how about if you stop by my office sometime next week and I’ll take you to lunch?” *butterflies*
“Sounds perfect,” *slight hesitation* “you might not remember me but the first time I saw you was…”
“At the parking garage on Market St. and… if I remember correctly you are doing a much better job standing up these days.” He and his eyes smile at me.
“Yeah” I say coyly, “I didn’t think you remembered seeing me.”
“Why do you think I’m here? I’ll call you next week” *he winks*
Again, with the butterflies in the stomach and wondering if he is feeling the same. As he saluted me goodbye I stood watching him walk away thinking,
Could it be that trusting the feeling and trusting the man are the same things? Is a woman, when she trusts a man, really just trusting a feeling inside herself that says, ‘he gets me’?
I’m not certain, but however it turns out and no matter what the answer, I know that I won’t be bored figuring things out with Mr. Fabulous!
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