The next day, Blondie-blond was waiting for me on the bench. She had 2 cups of coffee with her, and her eyes lit up as I approached. I took the boys out of their stroller, and let them amble off toward the Daffy Duck teeter totter.
"Why don't you guys ride together?" she asked.
"Because he still drives that Mustang," I said, not telling her that I loved driving the car too.
"And there's no way to fit 2 car seats and a stroller in it," I continued.
"Plus this way, I can beat him home, and make us lunch or brunch, or whatever," I said.
"So you're still together?" she asked.
By way of answering, I held up my hand and my 2 carat diamond, answered her question.
"So anyway," I began.
After the tryst in the bushes, I almost fucked up my life. My mom had always told me, that I think too much sometimes, and I should just go with my feelings. If you think about it, you'd see that she was right. I mean with the thing in the bushes, I just went with it, and look how that turned out. But for the rest of that day and all of that night, that is, when I wasn't flogging my private parts into submission with any handy suitable object, I was thinking about it.
First I dwelled on how great it had been. This naturally led me to wonder if it could ever be that good again. Then I was sure that it could be, because we hadn't actually fucked. Then again, he almost didn't seem like the fucking type. He seemed more the type to make love to me. I had several fantasies, all starring Darryl and I. In some of them a passer by would step into the bushes, and find us fucking like bunnies, all bodies slapping and humping, at near lightning speed, with an intensity that just blazed. In others, we'd be slowly caressing each other, and the intensity came from the depth of the loving and caring we felt for each other. In the back of my mind, I think I wanted someone to catch us.
Not one of my fantasies ever happened anywhere other than the bushes. This got me to thinking that this was something that couldn't last for very long. There was no way I'd have my flabby ass out there, when there was snow on the ground. On the other hand, I was very sure, that it was going to happen again. It was as if I had a glimpse into the future, and I knew with all certainty, that no matter what he or I decided, it was going to happen again.
Then I started to try and see myself from his perspective, and I realized that I was crazy. Let's face it I thought, I'm a guy, I'm out for a run, and some crazy bitch pulls me into the bushes, and starts sucking my dick. Would I say no? Probably not, but he did initially try to pull away from me. She turns out to be a pretty, but definitely chunky, forty-something housewife type, who is cheating on her husband. OK, I'm a guy, and pussy is pussy, but am I going to go all crazy over her? Probably not, I told myself. I was sure that this was the way he saw it, and realized that I had gone slightly crazy.
There's no way that he would be sitting at home, fantasizing about the next time we got together. He must think I'm some kind of slut, I thought. He's probably at home telling all of his friends about me swallowing every drop of his sperm, and even pulling up my top, and practically forcing him to feel on my tits. He and his friends are right now, probably laughing at the way he made me scream, or the fact that I had so many orgasms that I blacked out.
Suddenly I realized that there was no fucking way I could ever go back to that park, or ever face him again. My girls and I had gone to that park yesterday, with the intention of getting me fucked, and we had kind of succeeded. Before yesterday we didn't dress like sluts when we walked. We also didn't wear make-up. It would be best for me to just remember yesterday, for what it was, a once in a lifetime beautiful moment, that could never be repeated.
So over the next few weeks, I did things differently. My friends and I picked a different park to walk in, and I started to very slowly jog. I also improved my diet, and started to eat healthily. This combination of better diet and more activity, caused me to drop a few pounds and shape up. I didn't realize it at the time, but I was trying to get myself ready for something. I also tried to put Darryl on the back burner, but every night, in my mind, we were back together in the bushes, with a vengeance.
About a month later, I got a big order for flowers. The woman told me they'd need to be delivered, and I had to tell her that I didn't do deliveries. She said she'd call back, and I almost cried. This order was for 500 dollars, and it would have really helped me out.
I was sure that she wouldn't call back; she'd just find a place that did deliver, and give them the order.
But she did call me back less than 20 minutes later, and we started some serious negotiations. She asked me what type of flowers I liked best, and how much roughly it would cost to do a truly exquisite bouquet every week, for ten weeks and then deliver it.
I reminded her that I did not deliver. But she said that her boss really wanted me to do the flowers; so I should just add 25 dollars to each bouquet, for the cost of putting the flowers in a cab, and having them delivered that way. It sounded like a good idea to me, and I was really happy. I explained to her that to do that would cost more than the 500 dollars, but that I was sure I could give her a good price. I also explained to her that on some weeks, there would be a big overwhelming bouquet, and other weeks a smaller more understated piece. She liked the idea as well, and we were in business. I eventually settled on roughly twice our original 500 dollars. Even though the price was fair, I'd still make a good profit. Especially since I'd decided to just wait until the end of the day, and drive the flowers over myself. She gave me her boss's credit card number, and I was 1000 dollars richer. I told her if the client was ever unsatisfied with the flowers, to call me back and I'd take care of it immediately.
She asked me, if I had ever been unhappy getting flowers, and I told her that except for a couple of times on my anniversary or my birthday, I had never gotten flowers. And she told me that her situation was similar. I asked her who I should sign the cards from and she said anonymous at first, but then changed her mind and said "A secret admirer".
She told me she'd fax over the address for the deliveries later, and I hung up. I started putting the first bouquet together. She'd told me to put together something that I'd like to get, since I was the flower expert. I'd tried to explain to her that no two women were exactly the same, but she was sure that if I liked the flowers, the customer would too.
I put together a beautiful bouquet of Orchids surrounded by Lilies, for the first delivery. As I looked at the flowers, I got the strangest feeling, but it quickly went away.
Later on my fax machine rang and I got the address. I looked at it and realized that a mistake had been made, so I called the customer back but she didn't have time to talk to me and gave me to another person. The new person confirmed the address.
"But this is my address," I said.
"Well I guess my boss is sending you flowers," the woman snapped.
"So who is your boss?" I asked
"I'm not at liberty to say," said the woman hanging up.
I was immediately on guard. My first thought was that my asshole husband was trying to get back into my life, and cancel our divorce. Well it wasn't going to work, because I was no longer in love with him. And I really didn't want him back. Besides I had worse problems, one big order wasn't going to save my business, and I was trying really hard, to get someone else out of my mind.
So that night I drove home with an amazing bouquet of flowers. I put them on my dinning room table and started to make myself a salad, when my doorbell rang.
I went to answer the door and didn't see anyone. So I opened the door and saw someone sitting in one of the chairs on my porch. I stepped out onto the porch and sat down.
"So, did you like the flowers I sent you?" he asked.
"Yes Darryl, I love them," I said.
"I'm sorry," he said.
"For what," I asked
"For whatever I did to drive you off," he said.
"It took me a while to find out who you were," he said.
"Or how to contact you," he continued.
"And then I wondered whether or not you'd be angry with me," he said
"So I thought that if I sent the flowers first, it would kind of prepare you," he said.
Just sitting here next to him, on my porch, it still seemed as if I was the one in uncertain territory. All of the things I'd done over the past month, trying to get over him just went away. He sat there, with the smile on his face getting bigger and bigger.
Then I almost did it again. A month ago I had over-thought the situation, and tried to put myself in his place. I had come up with all of the reasons why things between us couldn't work. I had come up with all of the reasons why I shouldn't ever face him again. I still held our time in the bushes like a shining jewel in my heart. I took it out and looked at it often, but I tried not to dwell on it, because never having it again would be too painful.
