Unfortunately he interrupts me… to tell me that Tamara just called asking if he was at the Bistro. Of course he could not lie, he explains while rubbing his neck feeling akward. I admire this quality in Christopher for a moment but then I get completely annoyed thinking of Tamara.
Just who in the heck does this hussie think she is? Indeed, who in fact, does she think she is messing with? I am no longer in any mood to strum my guitar and besides I need to keep my eye out for the ‘black widow incarnate’, though I have no idea what she looks like. Agnes has only ever mentioned her in conversation and I have never actually seen the floozie.
Christopher and I are chatting happily when he suddenly looks akward and gesticulates with his eyebrows behind me…
She gives me that “Oh, so that is her” look and I pretend that I do not notice. Christopher gives me “Let’s get personal” eyes and she pretends not to notice.
Funny how I did not recognise how deep my feelings towards Christopher were until this threat presented itself. Perhaps it is because I did not love myself enough. Dr Frinkleton always said that one has to love oneself… before one can love others. I think I finally ‘get’ what he was meaning.
I begin to flirt with Christopher and I am elated when he reciprocates. WOW, he does like me?! As things get hot and heavy, Tamara glares on. Eventually she can’t take it anymore and she gives Christopher ‘the filthy freeze of death’.
Things continue to move along nicely with Christopher, we share flirtatious jokes and gaze into each other’s eyes. My chest feels like bursting I am feeling so much happiness inside. I am sure my cheeks will be aching in the morning from all the smiling I am doing at the moment. I could get lost in his eyes forever, they are like pools to his soul, so clear and honest with no shadows hiding secrets.
Finally I pluck up the courage to confess my attraction to him… I hold my breathe as I wait for his response. He looks down shyly and shuffles his feet before looking up and saying, “I like you alot too, V.” Oh my gosh! I am so thrilled and excited I can’t control myself and I leap into his arms and hug him tight. Things are really looking up for me.
Of course, Tamara is not impressed by any of this and she sits sulking at the table right next to us ‘pretending’ to read the newspaper. Never underestimate a CrinkleWinkle woman Tamara, you have met your match and then some!
I am of course concerned that this madam is going to try and ‘move in’ on my man as soon as my back is turned, I can see her gazing out the corner of her eye at us wishing me to spontaneously combust.
I resolve to make things more ‘official’ as it were, between Christopher and I before I go to bed. I remember mom telling me about Constance Shelley and nanna and I certianly don’t want any of that drama in my life!
Christopher and I hold hands under the stars and as naturally as if we were meant to do it from the first day of our lives, we move in slowly and kiss each other. Tiny sparks of electricity seem to shoot between us as our lips touch. His lips are so soft, I feel my knees turning to jelly and my heart beats rapidly in my chest. All the world around me becomes invisible… I only feel his lips, his breathe, his hand on my shoulder.
At this moment of pure awesomeness I realise that Christopher is a great kisser. Oh what luck! I casually turn and smirk at Tamara… who gets up in a huff and storms to the taxi collection area. Pity that, as she does not see my next move…
… I ask Christopher to go steady, and he says yes! Oh happy days! We end the evening with a final breathtaking kiss, and because this evening was just so fabulous, I feel I have the right to reward myself(sshh, don’t tell Agnes)…
When I get home after 3am, I sneak a peek in the direction of the big brown house, and I see the man standing by the window. Just standing there, like he is waiting for something… or someone. A chill runs down my spine.
I am too excited to sleep. So many emotions and happy feelings and hormones rushing through my body. Not even the man in the window can dampen my mood, my feeling of elation, the warm glowiness inside me.
I remember about the book my boss gave me to read, “Life in the hard Rocky Road”. I am sure if I read it I will be lucky enough to get a promotion next time I go to work. I settle down on my bed and find it a surprisingly enjoyable read.