The Volition

One

My life has been a downhill slide since the day I graduated college. It's like an avalanche that just picks up speed into Sucks-Ville population me. Had I known my degree and a buck seventy-five would get me a small coffee and nothing else, I'd probably have saved the thousands of dollars of debt I accumulated and spent it on shoes or a trip to Europe all expenses paid. Instead I live in a tiny beach house with my dog Kuma. I live off of Mexican food and every Monday through Friday I go to my job at the library where I get to shelve books and listen to teen girls talk about some sparkly vampire.

This was not the life I had imagined. At 25 I was suppose to be married with a kid on the way. I was at least suppose to have a potential male suitor attempting to have my hand in marriage. The only man I know personally now is Juan who makes my burritos. While Juan makes an incredible breakfast burrito, he's also going on a hundred and doesn't look a day older than a thousand.

I really had hoped I would have this glamorous life traveling and writing of my adventures. I thought I'd be dancing with beautiful men and wear beautiful dresses. I certainly did not think I'd be coming home to a dog and nothing else.

I look at my bookcase filled with love stories of a girl who has nothing and meets a man and gets everything. The romantic gestures, the warm rain for kissing, the fireplaces meant for cuddling, I want that. I want the guy who does it all. The perfect guy.

I'm pretty sure my perfect guy was either killed in a car accident or is in a coma.

In all honesty I've been single for so long I'm not sure what I'd actually do with a boyfriend. If the perfect guy actually knocked at the door I'd probably give him to some other girl who knew how to be a girlfriend and could get him to marry her.

I stared at the clock as the seconds passed slowly by. I only had ten minutes left of work before I can go home for the weekend. I bought a face mask and new nail polish and have been looking forward to my mini spa day all week. I bought a deep conditioner packet for my hair that I couldn't wait to use too.

I had it all planed, face mask, deep conditioner, mani/pedi, and The King in Yellow playing in the background. I found the book on a cd.

What's that saying? People plan, God laughs.

He came in holding nothing but a book and my dreams. He walked up to the circulation desk with his charm tightly wound into his smile. I could see the distinct glimmer of cleverness in his eyes and my plans of serenity walked away from me before I could even blink.

"This is probably definitely late by a lot." He laughed. I smiled and checked the book into the computer. Sure enough a little icon box lit up stating the book was two months over due and the late fee was $36.

I raised my eyebrows up in surprise, "I mean if by late you mean you kept it for two months then yes, you're right. Did you lose it and just find it?" I stared at the book, a copy of Yeats The Hour Glass.

"No, I just kept rereading it." He grinned, "It's an amazing book."

I stared at his perfectly chiseled out chin to match his beautiful proportioned rich brown eyes and soft red lips. His dark brown hair framing his face in slight curls. He had dark olive skin and five o'clock shadow.

"I haven't read it." There was no reason for me to say that. The conversation needn't lag, I was leaving in less than four minutes.

"Let me tell you all about it tonight at dinner. Say eight o'clock?"

There goes my face mask and burrito.

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