Entry 1.2: Week 5

There was not a moment of silence between us. We talked like we’d known each other for years. She asked about my job as a postwoman and I admitted it got boring sometimes, but occasionally a beautiful lady would come my way and make it all better. Then I realized it sounded like a lot of women approach me at the post office or that I work the job because women approach me, so I, without thinking, in an attempt to not lose her interest in me, blatantly said that I meant her and no one else.

“I mean you. Just you. There aren’t that many beautiful ladies here. I mean at the office. I mean not many ladies come into the office. I mean I wouldn’t know, I don’t pay attention to the sex of the people walking in to grab their mail and I pay much less attention to how they look. I forget how people look the moment they leave.”

Then, after a very short, very awkward, very long feeling, pause.

“Not everyone. I mean I couldn’t forget you. You’re unforgettable.”

At this point, my brain had stopped trying to get me to stop talking. So much for being more of a listener.

Then she laughed. Not in a mocking way or in a ‘I said something funny’ way, but in a stress-relieving way. I laughed too.

Her straight white teeth and the lack of excess wrinkles on her face when she laughed, in contrast to when I laughed, the sun hitting her at all the right angles in all the right places made me want to tell her so many jokes she’d never stop laughing. That moment is like a photograph in my mind.

“I think you’re also unforgettable. I’ve never seen someone who talks the way I think”, she said, leaning on the table.

“Unforgettable Jane.”

And then I got red. The way she said my name like it was a secret only for my ears. Whispered so none of the other patrons could hear. Plus, the eye contact which she kept for most of our conversation made me melt.

And melt I did. In the public restroom of a café. I excused myself from the table and rushed to sensually ease myself on the toilet. I couldn’t believe she’d done that to me.

Needless to say, it was embarrassing, pleasing myself in a public restroom and I still had to work after the whole ordeal.

It didn’t take long for me to come back to her with a flushed red face.

We talked some more while I refused eye contact, and finally we exchanged numbers.

I got back to work where I saved her number as ‘Unforgettable Quentin’.