If you stumble or fall, my love
I shall catch you every time
No one has ever sent me a poem before. I read it ten times . . . no, twenty . . . okay, maybe thirty. I love it, even though I’m not sure what it means. I open up the photo again, drawn to the sensuality of it, wanting to be in that bed with him. Of course he has black pillows and sheets; somehow, I knew he would.
I should reply, but what do I say to this?
I poise my fingers over my phone. Do I say something silly to diffuse this, or say something more in line with his romantic flirting?
Lord help me. Tim was right. I have no idea how to do any of this. We didn’t have cell phone flirting when I was dating years ago. Is this why Macy is attached to her phone 24/7? This is so crazy.
Me: Between the photo and the poem, you’ve rendered me speechless. I can’t even think straight to reply.
Lukas: Mission accomplished then. ;-)
Ack! He makes me crazy, and I’m pretty sure I am starting to really enjoy it.
IVY
I TOOK A PERSONAL DAY OFF today, something I haven’t done in years. I thought I could see my hairdresser and get my hair cut and colored, but she’s booked for two weeks. So now, I’m standing in the hair color aisle of the local beauty supply store, completely confused and overwhelmed.
“You just mix two of these with this and put it on,” the salesgirl tells me, handing me three little boxes. “Mix it in this,” she says, handing me a little plastic dish. “And put it on with this.” She throws in a little brush thing. “And wear these.” She adds some black gloves. “Then use this conditioner.”
“That’s it?” I ask, skeptical. “Is it hard?”
She shakes her head of pink hair. “Yup, that’s it. It’s not hard at all. I do mine all the time.”
I’m not sure if that’s a good or bad sign. She kinda looks like twenty things not to do to your hair.
“I’ve never had my hair colored before, not even at a salon,” I say as I follow her to the register, clutching all the products she piled in my arms, and she glances back at me like I’m an alien.
“Leave it on for half an hour then rinse it. Don’t use shampoo. Leave the conditioner on for five minutes. Then just dry it and style like you normally do. Piece of cake.”
Okay. That sounds easy enough.
Next, I stop at the mall and buy a few new outfits and shoes, as well as a cute pair of black boy shorts with red hearts on them. I’m seeing Lukas tonight for my tattoo appointment, and I’m going to agree to have dinner with him tomorrow night if he still wants to. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about him, and he continues to send me flirty text messages at all hours of the day and night. Screw the age difference; I’m determined to have some fun for once.
The house phone is ringing as soon as I walk through the front door after my shopping spree. “Hello?” I say breathlessly, wondering who would be calling me at home now, when normally I would be at the office this time of day.