He knocked at my door, or rather tapped. Tap-tap-tap. And I tiptoed, tip-tip-tip, down the looming dark hallway to let him in. Carrying a flaming cinnamon scented candle, I could feel my blood speed up as I got closer.
Once at the door, I abruptly halted. My heart was ready to lunge, but my head needed a preliminary peek before I opened. So raising the candle, Winkie style, I laid a single eye over the peephole. “OHMYGOD,” I screamed indiscreetly.
The landscape of his face was schmushed and in terrible error. He’d shrunk. And he’d grown a tail, which he was twirling profusely.
I woke up gagging. Sweat dripping everywhere. I should never eat before I go to bed…especially a whole pint of strawberries.
Drifting into the kitchen, I poured myself a glass of water. Oh yeah, now I remember. Colin called. That cad. That cockalorum. That cause of my nasty nightmare. It’s just like him to know precisely when I might be interested in somebody else. And come lurking about, twirling his tail.
Actually, he wasn’t a cad. I shouldn’t say that. He had many lovely qualities.
In fact with Colin, everything seemed perfect. Except for one small issue. He was clinically uncommitted. His motto was “live in the moment.” And my response to his motto… “whose moment are we living in, yours or mine?”
Of course, the relationship was complicated. All are. I know it takes two to tango. I’m aware of the dance. And I honestly thought we could work it out. But the deal breaker came, the final memo reached my blocked brain, and I ended it. Kerplunk.
Though labor intensive, my heart healed and I moved on. Now, out of the blue, five years later, Mr. Tail-Twirler resurfaces. And on the very same evening I have a romantic dinner with the sweetest man I’ve met since. C’mon.
I felt sick. I had a bauble in my stomach, besides that entire pint of strawberries. And now I had to decide if I would call him back. Geez.
to be continued...
