My Journal 083

A Valentine’s Day Surprise

“Scott? Hey Scott, is that you?”

He froze. He knew who was behind him but he had to try to appear surprised when he turned to face her.

“Scott! It’s me . . . Becca!”

He knew this already. He had to face her. So he turned and smiled.

“Hey Becca! How have you been?” he asked.

He wasn’t even going to listen to her answer. He was so embarrassed to get caught. He had been driving by, spotted her car, and snuck in for a peek. He had a big crush on her, and had this crush for a while. She once had feelings for him too. The “good old days” he called them. But he had screwed it all up. He used the “L” word, and apparently she was nowhere near that emotional level then.

Her response to his past confession destroyed him. He had been so certain, not only of his feelings but of hers too. And he followed that up by over-reacting. He really way over-reacted and made a fool of himself. It was so bad she asked him never to contact her again. So on that day, the day he was all set to profess his love for her, it ended up with her crying and demanding he never come around again. What a train wreck.

He had actually avoided her for a while. But after about a week he tried calling her again, and she hung up on him. He waited another week. But he missed her so much that he started driving by her apartment late at night just to look at it. It became a bad habit; he started driving by about three times a week. And once he is sure she spotted him. Again, embarrassment.

That was over a year ago. They had a few mutual friends, so he was kept updated even when he didn’t want to be. He had heard about her dating life [Gag] and her work career. But he stayed away from her even though he thought about her a lot . . . too much in fact. And of course a mere month ago, in a drunken stupor, he called her at 2 am. He got her voice mail, but he can’t remember what he left. But again, he heard from their mutual friends what a fool he had been.

And then today, as he is simply driving home, he spots her car. Yes, he would recognize it anywhere. And before he knew it his car had pulled in and he was walking inside. He hung out in the back and just looked around. He did spot her, and she was as beautiful as ever. And she was with her girlfriends and not some guy. He felt relief, and he quietly slid along the back wall and was making his way out; hoping to go un-noticed.

Apparently this was not to be.

“Hi!” she exclaimed as she gave him a welcome hug. The types of a hug where you reach around and pat the person’s back but makes no other contact at all. Yet when she stepped back she was smiling. It wasn’t a smile indicating that she had just busted her stalker. She seemed genuinely happy to see him.

“You know . . .” She began, “I got your message last month. You sounded pretty wasted and I couldn’t make out most of what you were saying. But it was sweet that you were thinking of me.”

Ok, now he was lost. Aside from his original outburst over a year ago, that call was probably the most humiliating thing he has done. And she acts like she appreciated it.

“Sorry ‘bout that” he answered, “I definitely was drunk.”

She smiled at him again and offered a quaint giggle. “So, what are YOU doing her . . . and why are you leaving?”

Hmmm, he thought about being honest and saying that he snuck in to take a peek at her. But he had already found her limits so he had to think of a lie, and quickly. He decided to combine the truth with a little lie and see if he could make that work.

“I stop in her about once a week and have a beer when traffic is bad, allowing it to clear out a bit. But I changed my mind. Honestly, I saw you and figured you wouldn’t want me here. So I was leaving to have a drink somewhere else.”

“Nonsense Scott!” she responded, “I don’t hate you or even dislike you. Look, come back in and let me buy you a drink so we can catch up, Ok?”

Part of him was absolutely beside himself with excitement. For over a year he had wanted to ask her out for a drink, and now it was actually happening. But at the same time he had to find a way to dial down his emotions, and try to be “just a friend”. Egad, how will he pull this off? He made a checklist of things not to do in his head.

·          Don’t look at her for longer than 3 seconds; you may never be able to stop after that time.

·          When you do look at her, look at her forehead only; she will think you are looking into her eyes but you will really be avoiding her soft, voluptuous breasts.

·          Never look down; she may be wearing heels which would drive you over the edge to know.

·          Don’t make any physical contact; you may pass out from the sensation.

·          Don’t mention any dates you’ve had; it would open the door for her to “top” your dates.

·          Don’t talk about their past together; it could only turn out bad.

·          Don’t stay longer than 15 minutes; you probably won’t be able to hold it together any longer.

They made it up to the bar, where she took a seat away from her friends. She even “patted” the seat next to her in a childish way indicating her desire for him to sit right next to her. She was being so nice, so different than the last time they spoke. He was confused, cautious and yet very excited.

“So Scott, what do you think of my new necklace?” she asked.

DAMN! It hung around her neck, but laid down in her cleavage also. He stared at her forehead with a stupid yet nervous grin on his face. He couldn’t bring himself to look.

“Scott! It’s down here silly” she pressed.

He had to do it now. He braced himself, took a deep breath and swallowed on last time. Then he slowly lowered his eyes down to her “necklace”. Ummm, her breasts were amazing. She had on a low cut brown dress with tiny yellow flowers. The necklace rested gently in her cleavage, nestled between two enormous breasts. They even looked like they had grown since he last saw them.

Oh, and the necklace was pretty too.

“My mom gave this to me for my birthday.” She explained.

Then, in a flash she jumped from her barstool and did a complete twist tight in front of him. As she rose up on her toes she exclaimed, “And what do you think of my new pumps? My dad got me these.”

HOLY CRAP!!! Now he had to look down at those heavenly legs and see those FM pumps. He gazed downward towards the floor. She was moving her feet around to show him all the different angles. But the only angle he could imagine was for those heels to be pointing at the ceiling. Argh!

“They . . . um . . they are . . gulp . . very nice . . .  err . . . Becca” he stammered.

She twisted a few more times, giggling throughout. She was just like she used to be, a mature woman laughing like a kid and having fun. She literally hopped back onto the barstool and laughed while she took a swig of her drink.

“So Scott, who have you been seeing? Anyone special?” she asked.

SHIT!!!!!

She was making him break all of his predetermined rules. His mind was racing through possible answers. He could say no, that he hasn’t seen anyone since her. That might end the conversation but it would make him appear as pitiful. He could say that he’s been out a few times, but nothing special. But he was confident that this would allow her to speak of her dating (and sexual) progress since she left him. Or he could just come up with a big, wild ass story about dating twins . . . or even triplets. Maybe if his story was grand enough she wouldn’t try to compete. But then she might also think that he was a sex fiend now or something worse.

But before he could decide, she moved on.

“Hey Scott, do you remember that time we had lunch together for Valentine’s Day a few years ago? That was so grand.” She jumped in.

He felt some relief getting to dodge the dating question. But now he was cornered into the past question. Oh if he only knew what was up her sleeve? If she was just having fun with a friend then he could say that that lunch was “alright”. If for some unknown reason she had developed an interest again, then he would say, “Hell yes I remember, it was the best lunch I ever had!” But is she was simply screwing with him, knowing that he had never gotten over her then he would just say, “Lunch, oh ok, yes I think I remember that. It was ok.”

Yet once again before he could respond she spoke up again.

“You know that today is Valentine’s Day again, right? Who did you pick to be your Valentine?” She reached out and placed her hand on his.

DAMN, CRAP and SHIT!!!!

Now what does he do?

TO BE CONTINUED!