I'm pacing. Barefoot and wearing a hole in the floor. It hasn't even been a week yet. It's only been 2 days. That's 48 hours. It's 1440 minutes. Broken down to 864,000 seconds. There've been 6 different greetings and salutations. I've had 7 mild panic attacks. In two days there've been 2 dirty fantasies, 8 cans of Dr. Pepper and half a Granny Smith apple...and I am still disheveled by Matias.
I check the calendar again, and see that evil red exclamation point – my indication of an important event.
Today is Friday and per Matias' request we will have a one-on-one meeting. Just the two of us. Alone. The last time we were alone I tripped over my words and I couldn't help but feel like he was one comment shy of a sexual harassment suit...maybe I'm exaggerating a bit...but there were definitely waves of attraction crashing toward me. And we mustn't forget how he kept LOOKING at me. Ah. Weird thing though...I may have liked it.
I plop down in my chair, arms sprawled along either side, legs and feet unnaturally entwined with the leg and wheels of my chair, and my eyes cast upward toward the ceiling.
'Just breathe,' I remember Dr. Logan saying. Maybe I'll try this breathing thing.
I close my eyes, placing my thumb, index and middle fingers on each of my temples, envisioning and hearing Dr. Logan as he says, 'Focus on the breath. Think about how fast it moves, where it is in the body.'
Breathe in. Feel it in your nose and down your throat.
'Focus on dispersing it evenly throughout the body,' I hear him saying.
Send it to your limbs and out through your fingers and toes.
'Feel it as it cools and calms the body,' he'd add.
"MC?" Matias peeps in.
"Huh? Who? Wha-?" I ask in haste nearly becoming airborne at this interruption. "Um...yes, how might I help you?"
"Ow-were meeting today..."
Gosh I love his accent. "Yes?" I squeaked.
"It is now, no?"
"Oh gosh, is it 12? Yes...it is 12. Let me just..."
"Please, I will await you at the front door."
I will await you...who says things like this? Ah, I swoon.
"Oh, ok. I'm coming," I respond thinking to myself, get it together MC.
First find your shoes. Oh, and you need to seriously re-think walking around this place barefoot. The carpet is disgusting. What is your hair saying? Did you comb it at all this morning?
I walk over to my closet and open the door to my full-length mirror. Oh gosh, I look ill slept.
I pull a pencil from my pocket and use it to quickly sweep my hair into a bun. From my closet caboodle I extract and apply a nude gloss to my lips, pinch my cheeks for a little natural rouging, remove eye boogers, quickly grab a pen and pad from my desk and join Matias at the front door.
"I am so sorry I wasn't ready," I apologize brushing imaginary lint from my clothes.
"This, it is okay; just don't make a habit of it," he says flashing his pearly white smile, his eyes crinkling subtly.
Oh. I. Love. Him. STOP IT! NO YOU DON'T!
"So, where might we be going?" I ask as we exit the building.
We're on foot, so I can tell we aren't going anywhere too fancy.
"Bella Vita. I heard they have soups and salads and they have a patio we can sit on since the day it is so beautiful."
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a work in progress
Literatura KobiecaMeet Noe Marie Cortes. N-O-E, but pronounced like Noah, the man with the boat. Yes that's a boy's name, but it's an abbreviated anagram of her mother's name so she was willing to make a sacrifice. Awkward and endearing, wordy and romantic, a dancer...
