Perhaps it has been a week of wine tasting, the fondue I just had at dinner or my overactive sense of imagination but I think I am in love. Ladies, if you will do me a favor and close your eyes. Imagine you have just come home from a long day at work and the most amazing guy is curled up in bed, wearing nothing but flannel pajama bottoms. He is reading some fascinating book one of his colleagues recommended and he pats the space beside him welcoming you into that perfect little nook underneath his arm. Say it with me ladies....aaaahhhhhh!
This was the image I painted for my dinner companions on the drive back from the restaurant moments ago. Two conclusions were drawn from my friends:
1. I should write a romance novel
2. I need a man
I deal with the easier item to tackle first:
As she set across the table from him at dinner she didn't know if the feeling in her stomach was attraction or utter fear. Could she be feeling such intense chemistry with a man she had only met at the coffee shop the day before?
Yesterday when she was waiting in line for her daily venti, soy, no water, no foam, chai tea latte the person in front of her dropped a $10 dollar bill. Being the good Girl Scout she was raised to be, she tapped the gentlemen in front of her to inform him. When he turned around he said "why thank you, most people wouldn't be so kind". "Oh, well, I'm just doing what is right, I wouldn't want someone to take my 10 bucks, no worries" Jessica said, barely looking at the man, she was getting to really good part of her book. "Oh" he said "well thanks just the same, my name is Eric". Jessica looked up from her tome. "I'm so sorry, what was I thinking, you're welcome, my name is Jessica. Pleasure to meet you".
From there Jessica realized she had seen this man several times in the coffee shop before. He was just another one of the myriad of extremely good looking men in the city. One she would never dream of speaking to so she just filed him away in her mental "never gonna happen" box with all the others. But this one was different. First of all, he was speaking to her, that was good news and second, "Oh my gosh is this guy is really talking to me!" After Jessica returned from her inner monologue she realized Eric was asking her to dinner.
But that was yesterday. Tonight she was here with Eric and to her surprise he was confessing that he had dropped the money on purpose to have a reason to speak to her. He had noticed her for a few weeks arriving at the coffee shop every morning at 7:16am. No earlier, no later. "You were always reading a book or the New Yorker and I never felt like I could make an introduction. I thought if I could have a reason to talk to you maybe I would be lucky and you might go out with me" Eric concluded. Jessica was stunned. She looked over her shoulder for a moment to make sure he was speaking to her. As Eric finished his story he discretely shifted his hand across the table so the tips of his fingers were barely meeting Jessica's. The flip in her stomach happened again. Jessica thought "This isn't just chemistry, this is fireworks" she raised her hand "waiter, check please."
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