A day in the life of Shea
Hello again, So this is how my encounter with Michael went on, at least that’s how I remember it…
… “Thanks, Michael. You look… okay, too.”
That’s an understatement. In fact, he looks more gorgeous than ever. Oh, God, I sound like a living cliché.
“Shea, funny as always.” I manage a weak smile. I can’t believe it. I’m just as nervous as ever. You’d think getting older would have the perks of providing you with some more self-confidence. I wish.
“How have you been? What have you been up to?” What I wish I could answer: I’m absolutely fabulous. I’m a senior editor and my husband is the perfect combination of successful and wonderful. He’s great with the kids, too. We have a nice house in the countryside with a big library. Or something like that, but instead I say…
“Good, thanks. I work in publishing.” Could be worse, I guess.
“That’s great.”
“Look, Michael, it’s been wonderful catching up, but I’m afraid, I gotta get back.” I want to avoid more detailed questions and besides, I’m afraid he’ll notice how nervous I am. Who am I kidding? He’s probably already noticed. And also, my head is literally killing me.
“Sure, no problem. But how about we meet up later for a drink?” Did I really just hear him say that?
“Or some other time.” So, he really did say it. Michael Bing, my own Chandler Bing, has actually asked me out. I can’t wait to tell Lou.
“No, I think I can make it tonight.”
“Great. Shall I pick you up at 8?” And see our tiny, messy apartment? No, thank you.
“Let’s just meet at Jo’s at 8. Do you know the place?”
“Sure, I do. See you later then.”
Michael is actually giving me a hug. I can smell his manly aftershave and feel his soft skin.
“Yep. See ya.” I didn’t just say that?! He doesn’t seem to care. He simply smiles at me.
“Here’s my card. Just in case. Although I don’t hope you’ll stand me up.”
So I really have a date. Could it be that things are looking up? Until next time (if I have the time between all the kissing I’m about to do), Shea
© Yaël Brunnert 2024-03-08