Looking in to my mirror I can't help but feel like a new man.
Gone are the boring chinos and plain t shirts I had worn for my job back home and in their place is a pair of skinny jeans, a black lace (yes you heard correct...lace) shirt over a black tank top, a pair of black Chelsea boots and a black leather backpack.
I look good... I know I do, the looks I get as I walk through the streets of New York are testament to that.
I don't feel like stuffy Dr. Kelce when I'm here, I feel free, like I can be whoever and whatever I want to be and I want to be this version of me, the 27 year old Travis Kelce that I was always meant to be.
Picking up a black scarf I wrap it carefully around my neck and then put on my knee length black and gray plaid jacket.
Taking another look in the mirror I smile at my reflection then run a hand through the hair that has been tamed by product and head out the door and if I have been clever and timed this right then I should be running in to my cute ex girlfriend in 5-4-3-2..."
"Well,well, well, what a manwhore we have become Kelce"
I take a second to compose myself before stepping in to round 2 of verbal sparring with Taylor and then turn around to face her and give her the biggest smile that I can which isn't hard when I see how cute she's looking today in her workwear
She's probably not going to understand what I'm doing here, she's probably going to think I'm a stalker or as she so delicately put it a 'manwhore'... I'm not sure which would be better but I'm hoping she will find the truth 'cute' rather than 'creepy'
"Taylor! Imagine seeing you here"
"Yes, just imagine. I can completely understand your surprise Travis, running in to me here of all places...my apartment, where I live, fancy that!"
God she's sexy when she was being sarcastic.
I let out a chuckle and hoped it didn't sound as nervous as I feel
"Sowing your wild oats I see"
"Nope, no farming today, no time, I have to get to work"
Her forehead crumples in confusion
"First day of my new job"
"New job and a new girl, you are one lucky Kelce brother"
"Nope, no new girl, no time, I'm too busy being hung up on my old girl"
I chance taking a step closer to her and even brave a wink but she's not having any of it, her lips are pressed tightly together and her arms cross over her chest as she juts out a hip and looks at me sternly
God she's so hot when she's being stern, I try not to imagine her standing there naked In a pair of heels ordering me to my knees but it's too late, my mind went there and now I'm feeling flustered and flustered is not good when verbally sparring with the firecracker in front of me. It comes so easily to her, insults just flow from her tongue like the river flows in to the the sea but for me it takes more thought, more forward planning and I know that by the end of this I'm going to feel like I just went 12 rounds with a professional boxer.
"So did you sleep with my neighbor just so you could slip out in time to trade insults with me?"
"Well as appealing as a night of hot sex followed by a morning of tooing and frowing with you sounds, it's unfortunately not the case. Your neighbor is gross, they snore and they leave dirty underwear everywhere"
"Oh my God, you are so rude and after she shared her bed with you and probably her spit too"
"Nope, no sharing of anything with your neighbor, apart from the rent that is"
