While sitting at my desk at work talking to a customer on the phone, I see the email icon show up on my screen alerting me to an email. I casually opened my email program expecting to see a confirmation from a vendor or a note from a co-worker. I was totally surprised to see her name pop up in my inbox. She is what I truly desired, but my shyness and insecurity prevent me from ever acting on my desire to further our relationship. We have exchanged emails about kids, events, and just other day to day things, but never has there been a hint of flirtation. Today she is wondering if I have plans for the weekend or anything because she would like me to help her set up a facebook account. We had talked about getting her online once before but I thought maybe she had forgotten and really didn't need my help.
She is beautiful in my eyes, bright blue eyes , brown, shoulder length hair, and a great figure for someone who had 3 kids at home. She was very friendly and treated me like a best friend, even though sometimes I felt like she was just being nice to me because we had known each other for so long. We grew up together, went to the same high school, even went to the same college for one year. Now we lived a mere 10 blocks from each other, some 20 years later. Seems she never was far from my heart.
Today seemed different for some reason, had she requested my help with a seemingly easy task. Was it a ploy to just get together with me? Had she been secretly wishing the same thing I had all this time? As I typed my answer to her, a wave of braveness washed over me and I got the nerve to tell her I was free and that I would be happy to help set her up on facebook. She replied back minutes later, accepting my goodwill with a "Thanks, I appreciate it."
Another email was soon on its way as the bravery hadn't left me yet. I asked if I could grill her a steak for her and she could stay for supper as I knew she didn't have a grill and that the summer was almost over. I stated that if she couldn't, I understood. I fully expected a reply like I have some other plans and maybe we could some other time. My jaw about hit the floor when a reply came back, "sounds great, can I bring anything?"
This was progressing better than I ever thought, I sent an email back telling her to not go any work and that I would take care of everything but if she wanted to pick up something of her choice to drink she could. I always have beer in the fridge but knew she wasn't a beer drinker. She said she could pick up something and even throw a salad together. We were exchanging emails at a rapid rate and I hardly had time to think before the next one was waiting for me in my inbox.
I had recently purchased a Wii and had used it a couple of times and had gotten the hang of the bowling on it so I suggested that I could also show her how to play. "That's unfair, you've been practicing and will beat me." She replied. I flirted back by saying I might only have one chance to ever beat her at it so I wasn't going to waste it and if she won, we would have to rematch. She was the competitive type and I knew she would be a formidable opponent even if she had never played. We ended the emails with a "See you then."
I had to wait almost 3 days now until our little date. All I could think about was her, the way her hair must smell, the sound of her voice, the softness of her skin and just being in her presence. The days drew on and finally the day had arrived. I made sure the apartment was picked up and I had all the things I needed to make her supper. I had lit a couple of scented candles to help the mood, and had some music playing softly. Finally the moment had arrived and the buzzer rang signaling someone was trying to get into my apartment building. I ran to the button on my wall to unlock the front door to the building. My heart pounded so hard, I thought it must be visible through my shirt. I waited by the door hoping the knock would come that instant. Suddenly a light knock came and I immediately was at the door. I opened it to find the most beautiful woman on the face of the earth. She had on a blue, summer dress and wore her hair up with some small wisps of hair falling across her face. Her red lips seemed to beg to be kissed but I hadn't the nerve yet. I greeted her and opened my door to let her into my home. She gave me a bag with a bottle of wine and asked if she could put the salad she had in the fridge. I told her I could take care of it and put her wine and salad in the fridge to cool.
