My summer writing class is over, and I loved every minute of it. This is the first time that I ever wished a class was longer. That’s probably because I didn’t have to worry about getting a grade.
Since I knew I had class right after work, I walked just over a mile with my coworker friend during lunch. Yesterday I walked 2 miles during my lunch break with my other co-worker friend. I guess technically neither one of them are my co-workers anymore, but I call them that for simplicity sake. Every little bit of activity I can squeeze in counts. However, I have to be honest and say I ate a coney hot dog and cheese sticks from Sonic for dinner. Anyway, I wrote a fiction short story that I had a lot of fun with. Check it out, and let me know what you think. All input, good and bad is welcomed…but be nice, I’m still new at this!
“Strange” by Carli Fierce
Until I met Seth, I thought all of the good guys were either gay or already married. Spending time with him these past few months has convinced me that there might still be hope for us single girls over 30. If things work out between us, I may not have to die old and alone. If I died an old maid, what would my pathetic tombstone say? “Here lies Tiffani Dearborn, professional dater, unable to keep a good man.” I shook my head, trying to shake the disturbing thoughts from my mind. I hope Seth really is the one, and I won’t have to succumb to such an awful lonely fate. “Tiffani Kenwood” I said aloud to myself, I liked the sound of that. I would definitely take his last name if we got married. Just the thought of marriage excited me and caused my mind to wander. I wonder if he wants kids, I’ll bet we would have cute kids as long they don’t get his big nose… The phone rang loudly and startled me out of my ridiculous fantasy world.
“Hey Mom” I answered after seeing her number on the caller ID.
“Tiff, I was calling to remind you that your Dad and I are going to Dallas for the weekend, and we need you to keep the dog.”
“I didn’t forget.” I said annoyed, because she’d only reminded me a few hundred times.
“Good, I was just calling to make sure you didn’t forget.”
“Okay, Mom I gotta go, Seth is on his way over for movie night.”
“Oh…Seth.” she sighed disappointedly.
“Oh, Seth? What does that mean?” I tried not to sound too irritated as put away the last of the clean dishes.
“Well Sweetie, I just think…well never mind.”
“What?” I asked even more agitated.
She replied, “I just think he’s kind of strange.”
“Mom, that’s not even a good way to describe somebody, you only met him once, I like Seth, and he’s really sweet.”
“Okay, okay, I’ll stay out of it, but just be careful.” She probably forgot that Seth is a police officer. I don’t think I can get any safer than that. I dismissed her non-sense as I lit candles around the house to finish setting the mood.
“Mom, I gotta go, he’ll be here in a few minutes, have a safe trip.” I said, trying to quickly end the conversation.
“Okay, don’t forget the dog”
“Bye, Mom.” I said as I hung up the phone before she could give me anymore unsolicited advice. Why couldn’t she just be happy that I was happy?
Everything was spotless, and I could see the neat lines in the freshly vacuumed carpet. I wanted everything to be perfect for movie night with Seth, although I had no clue what to wear for our first house date. I didn’t want to wear real date clothes just to sit on my couch, but somehow flannel PJ’s seemed too casual. I settled with fitted jeans that hugged all the right places, and a low cut purple tank top. I wanted to look and feel sexy, so I put on my matching bra and panties just in case we decided to take it to the next level. Seth rang the bell just as I finished applying my lip gloss. He always had perfect timing.
I could see his firm physique through his fitted T-Shirt as he greeted me with a fresh pizza. “I picked up a pizza on my way over, I got beef and veggies, since I know you don’t eat pork.” He said thoughtfully.
“Aww, Seth that’s so sweet thanks!” Any man that gives up pepperoni for me was a star in my book. I wish my Mom could see what a great guy he really is.
I fluffed the couch pillow, and motioned for Seth to sit down while I dug through the mail to get the movie. I assumed the new Denzel movie from Netflix was probably mixed in with the sales papers since I didn’t see it earlier. But, it was nowhere to be found. How could this be? Tonight is supposed to be perfect. I probably accidently threw it away during my frantic cleaning earlier. How were we going to have movie night with no movie? I eventually had to stop looking and remorsefully told Seth, I lost the movie.
“Seth, I’ve searched everywhere, and I can’t find the movie, I must have thrown it out with the junk mail. I’m so sorry; I wanted everything to be perfect tonight.”
“Babe, everything is perfect because we are here together.” My heart melted, it was almost as if he read the Good Guy Handbook. We cuddled on the couch for hours talking and watching TV. He was the perfect gentlemen and offered to take my trash out to the main apartment dumpster across the parking lot so I wouldn’t have to go out in the rain. I was sold on Seth. I couldn’t believe that didn’t even have to ask him to take my trash out. I chuckled, and said to myself, “just call me Mrs. Seth Kenwood.”
The next day, when I checked the mailbox, I found the missing red envelope. I immediately called Seth to let him know that I finally found the movie. “Where was it?” he asked. “Still at the post office I guess, they hadn’t even delivered it yet.”
“I figured, since I looked through the trash for you Babe.”
“You did what?!” I exclaimed. “When could you have gone through my trash, you didn’t leave until after one in the morning, and it was pitch black and pouring down rain.”
He explained “I put the trash bag in my car and took it home with me, so I could look for your movie.”
I was stunned and I felt violated. “You really went through my trash? You actually took my trash home with you?” I began to wonder if he was actually a caring thoughtful man or just plain creepy.
“I didn’t want you to get late fees.” He tried to explain.
“There are no late fees with Netflix!” I angrily screamed into the phone louder that I actually anticipated. I don’t know if I was more upset that my fairytale prince charming was turning into weirdo, or I bothered by the invasion of privacy with him digging through my trash. My harsh tone caught him off guard. “I’m sorry.” He mumbled confused by my anger. “I was just trying to help; I didn’t want you to worry about the movie.” He tried to find the right words to make all of this seem normal. “Umm, I put on gloves.” He acted as if the fact that he wore gloves made the already awkward situation better. In my opinion that actually made things worse …Maybe Mom was right.