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I still remember the day. I must have seen him before, where did he come from? Walking towards me was

beauty in motion. Tall, dark, handsome, and a Denzel stride. I couldn't even look, like a school girl I felt my

face blushing.

I did what any reasonable girl would do... I went on a mission to find out who he was, then I made sure we crossed

paths frequently. We became friends in a way, I have this defense mechanism of non-chalance. We began hanging in

the same circle of friends, going for drinks after work, talking more at work... but seriously I felt like a girl with a

highschool crush around him and tried to play it off. I didn't do it very well, co workers would walk by and mumble

"I wish you two would just go fuck and get it over with."

There was that one night he drove me home from the local bar we all patronized, I had too much to drink. As

we pulled up in my driveway at 4a.m. he said wait a minute I want you to hear this and he put in a Yanni CD. I had

never heard of Yanni (my bestie ripped me next day, "Yanni? He PUT IN YANNI? WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU?").

I went to hug him before I got out of car to thank him for the ride and our lips met, well not only did they meet...

they became quite acquainted with eachother. As I started to climb on his lap in the drivers seat, he looked at me and

suggested me go get a room. Realization hit, it was 4am, we were in my driveway, and I was very married. Needless to say

I opened the car door and ran inside my house.

We eventually went our seperate ways at work, and lost touch not long after.

14 years later:

I'm at work in the office and a phone call comes in for me, whoever it was totally screwed up my last name and I

thought it was a bill collector. I nodded for the operator to pass the call for me. It only took a minute until I recognized

his voice. He had ran into a friend of mine and heard I was single. He wants to meet for a cocktail.

Instantly I reverted back to blushing high school girl again. When i hung up the operator had obviously been listening, she's

the office surrogate mother. She says "And why can't you see him? He has been calling for you."

But Imma mess I tell her.

The holidays come and go, And he doesn't miss a beat. Any opportunity to text. Merry Christmas, Happy New year,

Yom Kippur, Kwanzaa .....

I explain to him it's not him, it's me. He said he understood, and that he had waited this long.

Then the visits to work started, they love him, call him Sparkles because he lights up the place.

He tells me he would like to make an appointment to spend time with me. July 27th @7:30p.m.

4 months? You are giving me 4 months to get my head out of my ass?

His reply... "That's just a Saturday I randomly picked, it can be 4 months, or 4 weeks, 4 days, or 4 hours. That's totally

up to you."

So once again I'm doing what any reasonable girl would do, I'm so outta here. lol