The Truth About Love

CHAPTER 7: SAMANTHA

Jan 17, 1985

So it's been a few weeks. I know I'm a horrible jornaler. But we'll catch up.

New Years came and went. It was just rad. I shared my New Years kiss with my pillow. I'm serious. I slept through the new year.
I picked up an extra shift New Year's Eve morning, knowing my plans were going to fail, so if I slept I wouldn't sound as pathetic.

As for class, it's been going good. Our professor is very breezy. He has us read and write, creative wrtiting, duh.
His writing assignments are ludicrous. But I love them.

My last one was to complete the story:
A guy was sitting in the park, sipping coffee watching the sun rise.
I made the story about a man who was from a small town, coming to this big city. He watched the sun rise everyday in tribute of his father, who would always wake him up early to watch it as a boy back home. As he got older he didn't want to get up anymore, cared more about girls and his friends than early rises with his much too perky dad. When his dad died he realized how important it was to just admire something as simple as the sun rising while you still can. He does it everyday.
He eventually meets a woman and they share that routine. Conflict rises, similar to what he experienced with his father, which tears them apart.
But in the end, their happily ever after occurs after meeting again under that same sunrise.
They learn that the simple beautiful things, like feeling and watching the sun rise in the park on an August day with someone you love is more important than what was keeping them; deadlines, friends, jealousy and all their other meaningless fights under the dark sky.
It goes to show dancing under the moonlight is only worthwhile if your doing it with someone you'd watch the sun come up with.
Love is simple, life is hard.
I got an A!

In other news I have other aspirations.
They involve a tall handsome man named Alexander. A tall handsome man named Alexander who shares the same musical interests as me (he loves anything, like me).
This tall, handsome man and me can jam out to a heartfelt country song if the time calls for it or a hard rock screaming match, and on any day we can always sing along to an oldie.
I love to dance in place, always had.
Not good dancing, more like restless leg syndrome on speed and Alexander loves to mimic and or top my latest move. Of course he always catches me in the embarrassing moments where I am doing this awful routine of mine, so that's how it all started.
But strangely enough, I stopped being embarrassed and embraced these shared moments of chaos with him.

Also small talk has come a long way with us. I've learned a lot about this strange man who frequents at the shop now a days.
He loves taking pictures he says, and aspires to be a drifter amongst different areas of photography.
Before involving himself in mechanics next door to my magnificent cafe, he did construction. He dabbled in many other areas like maintainence, plumbing, electrician duties etc. He is a drifter with big dreams.
He is definitely a ladies man too. I can see all the girls who work and spend time here swooning over him constantly.
He also has a very unique sense of humor and a very thoughtful conversational tactic.
I'm addicted to our brief, but oh so special, minutes together while he mixes his coffee and we share our so called, small talk.
I also notice him always flirting with all the girls in the mean time when we're not doing so. Unfortunately our encounters don't come with a side of flirting.
But I'm not torn up about it.
Because for the first time ever I don't feel that has anything to do with how he feels towards me.
I've learned that although our time spent is short, he's completely and utterly himself.
Who needs flirting when I get realism?
We barely know each other, so who am I to make a call on this behavior? I'm no one. But I won't let it change the fact that I can feel it.
His smiles aren't flirty smiles that wash away as soon as I turn my head.
His smiles for me are smiles that come without him realizing, that linger as he walks away still recalling a joke or casual exchange we shared.
He doesn't walk away from me to go and brag to the guys he frequents with like he does with the other girls.
It's not something to share. It's special between me and him.
Even if our encounter is purely friendship, I know it is unusual and I am fulfilled. Because I walk away from him and feel a little more happy to have met him each time.

Tomorrow night everyones going out to Keith's Pub, a local bar frequented by the employees and the regulars that hang out with each other, or go to the college in the area. I, of course wasn't invited, not because they don't like me, but because I don't bother. But tomorrow in bothering.
I want to see Alexander out of his grey uniform shirt and work slacks.
I think he said he's stopping by.
I'll be going with Mar and Sadie. Both of them have men to come home to, so I'm sure they'll ditch me early.
The question is will Alexander be care?
So let's cross our fingers and hope for the best.

Adios

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Plus there both short, but I want them to have separate chapters
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