Beach Girls - Lost Love Ch 8
I log off my messenger for the night. Sit back in my chair. Closing my eyes, I try to picture his face from the photograph.
Can this be the one? What are the possibilities? Is this too good to be true? What if he is some psycho buttering me up for the kill? He did move to very serious very quickly.
I stand up to stretch my legs not realizing I hadn’t moved in several hours.
“OH MY GOD! He wants me for his wife! He said he looking for one. He wanted to know what I wanted to see if it matched.”
Again my walls didn’t answer back. I need Melissa right now. I need a spring board.
I can’t do this not alone.
I fall into the cushions on my couch drawing my knees into my chest.
Is this something I’m ready for? How long will he wait for me to get ready to settle down? How much time do I really have left before I’m too old to have babies? I can’t do this, not now.
I close my eyes trying to calm my thoughts and steady my breathing. I dial Melissa.
“Please tell me I didn’t wake you.”
“No. I watching TV in the dark.”
“Help me, please.”
“OK, now you have my undivided attention. What is going on? You are supposed to be out having fun in a new city.”
“I can’t. I don’t have my eyes and ear with me. I miss you guys so much. But that is NOT the reason I called. I went online like you said. I have been talking with a guy. Now I find out he wants to get married.”
“WHOA, WAIT. Did he ask you?”
“OK, Whew! Now listen. For one, I’m sorry. I thought you would find a quick hook up. For two, you found someone who wants to settle down. You should be happy. We thought there was no hope for us old maids.”
“Oh yeah, I forgot that nickname. So you think I should continue and see where this leads? I’m freaking out right now. Oh Melissa, you should hear the things he types. I can’t wait to meet him in person.”
“I want to see him. Do you have a picture?”
“Yeah, I will email you his picture. He is so handsome. He is a software engineer; owns his own company, too.”
“You haven’t told me his name.”
“I don’t know it. You know I got in on that free thing. So certain details are hidden from me until I fork over money. I am not paying anything to search through a bunch of losers.”
“Wow. You have really done some searching. How do you know they are all losers if you didn’t chat with them?”
“No one has a perfect life and has time to sail around the world and surf all day. These guys have made up this stuff thinking that we are looking for that in a date. It all sounds too good to be true.”
“OK. OK. I get it. So when are you going to find out his name?”
“What like I can just come out and ask? You don’t think it would sound rude. Oh hey by the way, we have been chatting for two weeks and I have no idea what to call you. OH crap, I almost forgot, He called me sweetheart tonight!!! What does that mean?”
“Oh that is fast. OH MY. Well that changes a few things.”
“Well for starters, he likes you.”
“Wait, we have only been chatting for two nights now. I am still not unpacked. How can he like me already? I even cut him off the first night because I had to find work clothes.”
“Stephanie, Breathe. It’s not the end of the world. OK. Just listen to him. You don’t have to rush things. If he truly wants to be with you, there is no rush, He will wait.”
“But, do I have time to wait? He asked my 5 year goals. I have never even thought past 5 weeks let alone years. Melissa, I will be 35. What if he wants babies and by then I’m too old? I can’t do this. It’s too fast.”
“First of all, you need to stop and think. Breathe. Now think. This chatting thing is between you and him. It’s easier this way. Emotions are set aside. Just read the words. Are the words telling you he wants babies right now?”
“Then maybe he isn’t ready either. Look everything is fine. Take your time and have fun. I am beginning this move is too much on your emotions.”
“No I’m fine. I’m just lonely. I miss the way we used to hang out and talk. I will let you get back to sleep. I know I woke you. I’m sorry. Forgive me?”
I give up thinking and head to bed.
The week passes by in a flash. With only a few minutes each night to chat with mister engineer, I still haven’t learned his name. He is not the type to refer to himself in the third person. My apartment is looking more like a home instead of a storage unit. One of these days, he might come over for dinner.
Maybe I should think about dinner.
Microwave dinner in hand; scrolling through email, I see a reply from Melissa.
Your new squeeze is very handsome. I must admit he looks very familiar. I started thinking about our phone call. I dug out our old high school books. I scanned the page of the person I think looks like the guy are you dating. I think we went to school with him. PLEASE don’t freak out. People change. You seem so happy. Call me if you need me.
The guy in the photo is staring back at me.
Is it possible this is the same guy? The photos I have don’t seem to match. Do people really change that much since high school? What if it’s the same person? Am I OK with this? Does it matter?
As if on a timer, my computer bings breaking me out of my thought pattern.
Should I take this as a sign of confirmation?
Good evening, how is your day progressing? I have had a marvelous day.
Stephanie: It’s not been a horrible day, but it hasn’t been a marvelous day either. It’s improving by the second though.
Can I take credit for your improving mood?
Stephanie: You better. Otherwise I would think something is wrong with your ego.
Be careful or my head won’t be able to fit through the door!
Stephanie: An ego boost every now and then never hurt anyone. So tell me the events of the day that made it marvelous for you.
I don’t want to bore you with the details of my daily tasks. So let’s just say I have acquired something I have wanted for a long time.
Stephanie: Well, that is wonderful to hear. So tell me, how is your comfort level in meeting face to face? We have been sharing our lives for over a week now.
My comfort level is higher. Unfortunately, because of what I have acquired, I am unable to meet you in person this weekend. You see I’m not in country.
Stephanie: My curiosity is peaked. Which country are in then?
Right now, I’m staying in the executive suite of the most beautiful hotel in London. The view is spectacular. I will not spoil it for you with a subpar photo.
Stephanie: I am very sad. I have always dreamed of going to London.
If everything goes according to plan this weekend, I will bring you here myself to show you this view in person.
Stephanie: Oh please, don’t play with my heart. Are you serious?
I am very serious when it comes to the matters of the heart and you know I don’t play games. I would never make empty promises. I like you and I want to help you make some of your dreams come true, if you will let me.
OH MY, breathe…. Please don’t let this guy be a psycho killer.
Continue reading Chapter 9. for the rest of the evening chat.
Before you go, tell me what you think of Stephanie falling in love with a high school classmate.