“So, dating anyone serious?” Alice poured another cup of tea for the two of us.
“No, not me. A couple of, you know, hook-ups.”
Alice looked questioningly at me. “And that’s it?”
“I’m not interested. I love my freedom, being able to do what I want to do. You know that. Why?”
“Oh, just wondering. I was thinking that now you knew you weren’t going to be a doctor that someone may be on the scene.”
“No. I…I don’t know what to do. I had everything planned out – college, med school, doctor. Then think about my personal life, settling down. Now all that’s changed. I’m enjoying what I’m doing, love living in New York, but I’ve one more year and I’m finished with my degree. And I don’t know what to do. Panicking a bit. The changes hit my confidence a bit but I’m trying not to let it get me down. I plan to use this time away to really think, look at my options. Oh, I don’t know. Maybe I should do some travelling.”
“Do you know where you’d like to go?”
“No. That’s what’s so crazy. I have these ideas but nothing concrete anymore. It’s as if my life fell apart when I changed my career path. And I can’t make a decision. I’d like to travel but I don’t know where I want to go. I’m enjoying my art history but I don’t know what to do with it. I thought about combining the two, travel and art, but I still get stuck. Except wanting to be here. Coming back to England, well, it feels like I’ve come home.”
“I’m sure you’ll have an inspiration one day and it’ll all come to you. And you never know, you may just meet that man of your dreams.” Alice laughed at the face I pulled. She was such a romantic. As bad as Jen.
“Well, I did meet the most gorgeous man in the whole world on the coach. Maybe the love of my life.” I exaggerated a swoon making us both laugh, but there was something inside me that jumped when I added that last comment.
“Oooh, tell me more.” Alice always liked to play along. She loved to make up stories for me when I was a little girl, trying to get me interested in fairytales, Prince Charmings, knights in shining armor. I had never been a girly girl, even though Alice tried different techniques – make up, pierced ears, pretty dresses, Disney princess movies – so when we did play our games, I always voted to be the man. And I could never quite get the hang of bridging that gap between it being fiction and really meeting Prince Charming one day and falling in love. To me, they were just stories, and never based on any kind of reality. My only real role models were mom and Alice and just look at what happened to both of them and their Prince Charmings.
“I’m sure I won’t see him again. He was mysterious, gothic almost. Not normally my type. But there was just something about him that, well, I don’t know. He was…different.” I thought about that face again, those eyes, his hands. They weren’t something I was going to forget in a hurry.
Alice laughed, “Well, don’t forget to let me inspect him if he does turn up.”
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Sarjikris
Любовные романыIf an immortal sat next to you on a bus, would it occur to you he was different from everyone else? If a man walked up to you on a promenade and began talking to you, would you question if he was human? If you found a man so drop dead gorgeous you...
