As I parked my red civic in front of her
office I felt like throwing up. It was sunny outside, slightly warm but my
palms were moist. I waited for a few minutes listening to sports radio, I
didn’t want to be too early or too late. Listening to guys talk about how the
Jazz might win a basketball game wasn’t keeping my attention.
My mind drifted back to the day I first
met her. A good friend of mine was having a little get-together at his place. I
think it was on a Monday evening. I showed up alone, I didn’t want to break my
routine. As I parked my car next to the others in the large damp grass field
and walked up the steps, I wondered what the night would bring. Would I know
anyone or recognize any faces? Would all the other “cool” guys talk to the new
girls first?
As I went to knock on the freshly
painted door it opened as a dark face was taking a phone call I walked in
behind him. Removing my old Dr. Martins and peering down at a sock that had a
rather large hole in it, I discreetly pull my sock over so the hole wasn’t as
noticeable.
I took a look around the room, waved my
dry hands at a few old buddies and continued scanning the room. Past the bowl
of guacamole and salsa and through the bodies holding guitars playing rock band
I saw a face I had never seen before. I quickly became interested in sitting
next to her on the white pillowed couch.
Just as I became more confident my good
buddy Nick sat down right beside her, put her arm around her and all of my
hopes vanished.
