A Real Life Romance Continued (standard:romance, 3731 words)
Author: ladydy	Added: Nov 03 2006	Views/Reads: 3048/2091	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
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Nicollette” (I know I know, but my mom was really into old French 
movies when she was pregnant with me) “You stop that right now.  You 
are beautiful.  You have long beautiful hair and your eyes are the 
prettiest shade of green I have ever seen.  You are to smart to think 
of yourself that way.”  Angel just laughed and said, “You are also a 
lot of laughs, I mean think about it, he would never have a dull moment 
while he was with you.  I just hope he has good insurance.”  Well that 
gets both me and Lisa laughing.  I tell them both that I have to get 
and change out of my ruined clothes and get a shower.  They make me 
promise to let them know when I hear from him. 

While I was fixing dinner for me and the “princess”, the phone rang and
I dropped the bottle of salad dressing.  Thank goodness for plastic 
bottles.  The “princess” looks at caller id and tells me to chill, it 
is for her.  Of course it is for her.  She should have been born with a 
phone attached to the side of her head. 

I watch her as she is talking and wonder how I could be so lucky.  She
is tall for her age, has long legs, is a bit thin even though she eats 
everything in site, has blond hair that is soft as silk and hangs half 
way down her back.  I really love her hair.  It makes me sad to think 
that soon she will not want me to fix it anymore.  Her eyes are dark 
green.  She plays softball and is as graceful as a dancer.  She is very 
smart, sometimes to smart for her own good.  She is kind and has a 
gentle heart.  I remember her first day of kindergarten.  I walked her 
to the door, expecting her to cling to me and not want me to leave.  
Not her, she gives me a kiss, hugs my neck and tells me bye.  Then she 
walks into the class room and never looks back.  I am the one crying.  
I can't believe my baby is in school.  I watch her as she goes over to 
a little girl who is crying.  She puts her arm around her shoulder and 
tells her, “It will be ok, your mom will be back later.  Let's go play 
with the dolls.”   They are still best friends. 

She reminds me a lot of my Mother.  My mother was beautiful, graceful,
kind, smart and loving.  My dad was like me.  He was plump and clumsy.  
He was also kind and had an infectious laugh.  When he would laugh, you 
could not help but laugh with him.  They were killed in a car accident 
when I was 18.  That is the hardest, worst time in my life.  I was an 
only child and they were my world.  I wonder now if that was one of the 
reasons I clung to the ex so hard.  I think deep down, I knew he was 
not right for me, I just did not want to be alone.  If it were not for 
Angel, I don't know how I would have made it through that time.  As I 
watch the “princess” talking on the phone, I know that mom and dad 
would have been so proud of her.  They would have spoiled her rotten.  
I wipe a tear away and get back to fixing dinner. 

By eight, I am down in the dumps.  I must have been crazy to think Greg
would actually call me.  The princess has finished home work as I gaze 
out the kitchen window.  I try not to show how disappointed I am that 
he has not called, but I am sure she sees it.  She asks me if I will 
dry her hair for her tonight after she gets out of the shower.  I smile 
and tell her of course.  I am sure she if just asking me because she 
knows how much I enjoy it.  Oh well, life goes on.  While she gets her 
shower, I iron our clothes for the next day.  Fix our lunches and put 
them in the fridge.  Pick up around the living room.  She tells me 
jokes while I am brushing out her hair.  After I get it dry and give it 
one last brush, she turns around, hugs me and thanks me.  I am the 
luckiest mom around.  I make a mental note that pay day she is getting 
that video game and the new glove she has been begging for. 

Around nine, the phone rings.  We both stop watching TV and stare at
each other.  She looks at caller id and yells, “It's him, it's Mr. 
Brown!”  I try to breath as I tell her shhhh and try to answer the 
phone.  After I say hello I hear his deep voice ask, “Is Bella there.”  
Well to say I could not stop smiling would be an understatement.  The 
princess was doing a silly dance in circles in the kitchen and I was 
trying to act calm and cool and not laugh to hard at her while I 
answered him. He told me that he hoped it was not to late and I assured 
him it wasn't.  The princess came up to me, kissed me on the cheek and 
told me she was going to go and read for a bit then go to bed.  I 
mouthed good night and that I love her and to have sweet dreams.  She 
is really getting close to getting those new jeans she has been begging 
for also.  I curl up on the couch and wonder for a second what to say.  
Greg breaks the ice though by telling one of his “lame” jokes, which 
was actually very funny.  After that there was not a break in the 
conversation.  We talked about everything from the weather to our jobs. 
 Before I knew it, it was nearly eleven.  He told me that he guessed he 
should go, then he asked me if I would like to go to a movie and dinner 
Friday night, he even invited the princess to go with us.  Now before 
you start yelling at the page, the princess has a sleep over planned 
for that night so, no she will not be going with us.  I tell him thank 
you for asking both of us, but tell him he will have to do with just 
me, that she has plans. He got my address and told me that he would 
pick me up around six.  I hang up the phone and float off to bed, 
knowing that both Lisa and Angel would be in bed by now. 

The next morning, the princess asked me how it went.  I told her that we
have a date Friday night and she said, “Way to go mom.”  I emailed Lisa 
and Angel that morning when I got to work and told them the news.  
After several emails back and forth, ranging from thanks for not 
calling so late with the news to what the heck am I going to wear, we 
decide that we will meet at my house Friday afternoon and decide what I 
should wear. 

By Friday afternoon, I was so frazzled that I am sure I was driving
everyone around me crazy!  I was excited about going, scared to death 
that I would do or say something stupid, had no clue what I was going 
to wear, not one of my better days at work.  I am sure my boss was glad 
to see me leave that afternoon.  I swung by the school to get the 
princess, then we ran to the house to get her sleep over things.  When 
I dropped her off, she gave me a big hug and told me to have a great 
time.  For that one second I was not nervous.  I really wish a second 
was a lot longer! 

When I got back to the house, Angel was already there.  She met me at
the car door with a large diet coke and a bag of peanut butter cups, 
which I might add is the world's perfect food.  I said yes to the diet 
coke and no to the peanut butter cups.  She put her hand on my forehead 
and asked if I were running a fever.  I told her no fever, but my 
stomach was to full of butterflies to eat.  Wow, had I just said that?  
Anyway, buy the time we got to the door, Lisa pulled up.  Then the 
battle began.  Angel told me I should wear my black pants, a low cut 
silk red top and she even brought over her red shoes that had three 
inch heels.  She said I should go for elegant.  I reminded her that we 
live in Oxford and that would not be elegant, it would make me look 
like a---well ya know.  Lets be real, me in flat shoes is a disaster 
waiting to happen, imagine adding three inch thin heels to that.   Lisa 
went the complete opposite direction.  She picked out a long flowing 
pink dress with tiny purple flowers on it and flat white sandals.  Lisa 
and I just laughed. After we destroyed my closet, had a few unkind 
words and a lot of laughs, I ended up with a long straight khaki skirt, 
a light pink blouse that had ruffles along the collar and the bottom of 
the sleeves, and a pair of light pink flats. 

By the time we got my outfit on, hair and make up done, it was time for
Greg to come.  I rushed Lisa and Angel off, then I wished one of them 
had stayed to keep me from walking a hole in my carpet.  When the 
doorbell rang, my heart stopped.  I actually froze.  When he rang the 
door bell again, I almost fell over my own two feet rushing to the 
door.  I took a deep breath, tried to put a smile on my face, said here 
we go and opened the door.  There he stood.  His shirt was the same 
color as his eyes, he was holding a bunch of spring flowers and had the 
cutest smile on his face.  I stared at him for what seemed like 
forever, but I hope was actually just a few seconds.  He said, “Hello 
Bella, you look very pretty tonight.”  Well this made me blush, which 
is something I hate to do.  I mean I am a 33 year old woman.  You would 
think that I would have outgrown blushing along time ago,  but nope, 
not me.  I can always feel it creeping up my face.  I look to the 
ground and tell him hello and ask him if he would like to come in while 
I put the flowers in water.  Thank goodness I did not drop the vase as 
I put them on the kitchen table. 

Ok girls, are you ready for this.  Greg actually opened the car door for
me.  He did not open it and run around to his door and get in, he 
opened the door, stood there until I got in, then closed the door for 
me.  I could not believe my luck.  I reached over and made sure his 
door was unlocked for him as I tried to settle my heart that felt like 
it was going to beat out of my chest.  To be completely honest, I was 
not sure how much of this date I could handle.  It could not be good 
for someone's heart to beat that fast!  Greg told me funny jokes all 
the way to the restaurant, and I had to admit there were one or two 
lame ones in the bunch.  By the time we got to the restaurant, my 
nerves were gone.  He made me feel completely comfortable.  He came 
around the car, opened my door and helped me out of the car.  Then to 
my great surprise, he kept my hand in his as we walked to the 
restaurant door.  Of course I stumbled over the curb, but thank 
goodness I did not fall to my face again. 

While we were eating dinner, I had to ask.  You know the question.  Why
in the world did he want to see me after I fell on his foot and smashed 
a milkshake into his face?  He smiled and looked me in the eyes and 
told me that when I looked up at him in the mall, I had the prettiest 
eyes he had ever seen.  He said they are like two emeralds that you can 
stare at forever.  He said that he kicked himself the rest of the night 
for not getting my name and phone number then.  Then he said, “I mean, 
how often is it that a beautiful girl actually falls at your feet?”  
Well after we stopped laughing at that, he told me when he saw me at 
the grocery store, he knew it was a sign, a cold sign, but a sign that 
we were supposed to know each other.  Then he had to add that he did 
not want to let me get away that time and let our next meeting involve 
our vehicles. 

I was so proud of myself that I made it through our dinner and did not
spill anything.  That was a true feat for me.  The movie was a romantic 
comedy where the guy gets the girl, looses the girl, then gets her back 
again.  It was a good pick.  I made it through the movie without 
chocking on a popcorn kernel, spilling my soda, or tripping over 
someone's foot. 

When we were walking to my front door (yes girls, he walked me to my
front door) I was feeling pretty proud of myself.  Not only had I been 
able to keep a conversation going, but my clothes were stain free, and 
I had not injured myself, Gregg, or some perfect stranger.  Of course 
the great ears of fate were listening to my thoughts at that exact 
moment.  They had to be. 

I made it up the one step, got my door unlocked, turned around to tell
him what a wonderful time I had when fate came down and slapped me 
right on the back.  When I turned around, my foot slipped off the side 
of the step, and I could feel myself going down.  To my great surprise, 
Gregg caught me before I stopped my fall to cement with my face.  When 
I looked up, I was in his arms, my face about two inches from his.  I 
had opened my mouth to thank him, but when I looked into his eyes, 
nothing would come out.  He leaned in, and I knew it was going to 
happen.  I closed my eyes and felt his lips on mine.  It only lasted a 
few minutes, but I know that I have never had a sweeter kiss.  As his 
lips were caressing mine, all doubts, fears, troubles left my mind.   I 
felt his arms tighten around my waste and I put mine around his neck.  
The kiss only lasted a few minutes, but it felt like heaven.  When he 
pulled away and I opened my eyes, he was looking down at me smiling. 

When I was finally able to catch my breath enough to speak, I started to
apologize once again for being so clumsy when he stopped me by saying, 
“Don't apologize.  I have been wondering all the way home how I was 
going to get up enough nerve to try to kiss you goodnight.”  Ok pinch 
me.  Is this guy for real?  Anyway, I told him I had a wonderful time 
and thanked him.  He told me that he had a great time also.  We said 
our goodbyes and I floated into the house.  I had the best dreams that 
night about that wonderful soft kiss. 

The next morning, Lisa and Angel brought breakfast over so they could
get the juicy details.  I told them about everything, even the kiss.  
Then Angel asked, “So, when are you going to see him again.”  That was 
when it hit me.  He did not ask to see me again.  He did not ask to 
call me again.  I looked at both of them and I am sure the look on my 
face said everything.  Lisa said, “Of course he is going to see you 
again.  You do not have a date and kiss like that without the guy 
calling you!”  Angel said, “He had better call you.  If he doesn't, I 
will personally see to it he suffers.” 

So here is the dilemma.  Will Greg call again?  Will I ever see him
again?  Was it all really good in my mind and bad in his?  If he had 
such a bad time, why did he kiss me?  Ugghhh, I am way to old for 
this!!! 


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