My job was exhausting and generally boring. I worked as a tax accountant from 9:00am to 5:00pm, Monday through Saturday. The pay was good but the routine was killing me and made it very hard to find some excitement on my daily life.
I lived alone in a small, but well-equipped apartment down town. The plants I had were my friends and my cat was my roommate. I didn't have many friends; having to work for the entire day left me little time to go out and meet new people. Plus, I was always tired and constantly thought about sleeping.
Relationship wise, I did take a few girls home but they were generally one-nighter's. I yearned for a nice, settled relationship with a pretty, responsible, and considerate girl. That thought seemed very far away from reality because all the girls that I had met since I started living on my own saw me as a onetime dude, interested in my body only. It was fun at the beginning but... eventually I needed more than just sex.
I used to go to a small pub just down the street from my condo, and had a drink after work or even on Sundays. It quickly became part of my routine. Going there helped me escape my boring, methodical life.
It was a Wednesday night when I decided to go down to the pub after leaving the office. I got into my car and loosened up my tie and unbuttoned the neck of my shirt. I then took off my jacket and drove down to the pub. I parked right in front of the place; I was lucky to find a spot right in front.
There were a few people inside; lots of couples sitting at small, round tables, drinking beer and wine while talking and laughing. A few men sitting at the bar chit chatting about their past relationships and the problems they had back at home.
I sat on a stool at the bar and ordered some whisky. The bartender prepared the drink and handed me the glass. I saw my own reflection and the entire pub behind me on a big mirror that sat in place on the wall behind the bar.
I took a sip of the whisky and began to think about mundane things such as, 'I need to clean Mittens litter and water the plants. What should I have for dinner? Maybe I'll try to cook something from scratch tonight...'
I looked up and took another sip and as I did, the reflection of a tall woman appeared on the mirror. I kept my eyes on her as I lowered my glass and she entered the pub. I saw her walking up to the bar as I kept following her reflection.
"Excuse me," she called for Eric, the bartender.
"Yes Ms.? How can I help you?"
"I'm looking for 85th street, specifically the park that's sitting between 85th street and Rodovi street."
I looked at her reflection and out of the corner of my eye, without turning my head I scanned her body. She was wearing black, tight jeans, a leather jacket and some black, platform shoes. Her hair was shoulder length and her accent seemed foreign. She had a beautiful body and curves. I gripped my glass.
"Yes Ms., all you have to do is head outside and then left. If you keep going about ten blocks, you'll reach the park."
"Thank you very much," she replied and smiled before heading back out.
"What a fine lady eh?" Eric commented as he prepared some drinks.
"She doesn't seem to be from around here," I answered.
"No, she seemed foreign. Her accent wasn't common."
I drank the last of my whisky and got up while paying for the drink. I then headed to the door.
"Alex!"
I turned around; "Be a gentleman!", Eric said laughing.
I got into my car and began driving towards the park, looking for a tall woman. I finally saw her. She was fiercely walking down the street with a bag on her shoulder. She seemed very confident.
I followed her in my car from a distance. Eventually we got to the park and she walked to a tall apartment building. I assumed that was where she lived.
'Should I go talk to her? No... It's too soon, she doesn't even know who I am," I thought.
So, I decided to go home after that. I already knew where she lived and could talk with her whenever I wanted.
The weekend came and I didn't see her at the pub again. Eric asked me about her but I really had no answer. I began to become restless, I couldn't stop thinking about her; where was she? Had she come only for a couple of day and I missed my opportunity?
'Should I go looking for her at the park? No, that would be a bit creepy considering that she doesn't even know me yet...' I thought, and thought about what to do. I needed to see her again.
My thoughts struggled as Eric prepared me another drink.
The weekend flew by and it was Monday again.
I arrived at the office and sat at my desk, organizing papers, and writing down a few "to do" notes.
