Okay so it's no secret that I'm a romance author. I'm someone who is in love with the idea of love itself. I honestly can't say I know what it feels like to be in love and get it back on the same level. In my blog #WhoIsMoGeSu I told you about how my storytelling started. What I didn't mention is that sometimes I could find myself in a certain situation and I would later replay it and put my creative spin on it. Let me give you an example.
Several years back my cable was acting up. At first it wasn't a huge issue but between my neighbor driving over the wires that were supposed to be buried and a week long downpour of rain the problem became unbearable. I called the cable company and then forgot about the appointment. The guy called when he was on his way. I was completely across town getting my daughter's two year old pictures taken but he was nice enough to sit and wait. When I got home I put the baby down for a nap and showed the cable guy to my room where the main box was.
I sat on my bed admiring the view while he worked. He was extremely handsome and he wasn't shy at all. We talked a lot about nothing as he worked. He kept his back turned towards me for the most part so I was able to analyze him from head to toe (I'll keep my inner most thoughts to myself LOL). We eventually got around to the fact that I worked from home and that thought really intrigued him.
He was done working on my cable box so he turned around as we finished our conversation. The front view was just as nice as the view from behind. Much to my dismay he wanted me to write down the information to my job for his wife. POP went my bubble!! I wrote down the information and he left.
Soooo if you were in this situation, what creative spin would YOUR imagination put on it? Well here's mine. Enjoy!!
“One For Good Luck”
By Author MoGeSu
I sat staring out
of my room window. It was windy and cold outside but nice and cozy inside. The
huge bay window with the cushioned trunk seat was my favorite place in my whole
house. It was, by far, the most inviting. My window overlooked the outstretched
back yard that stayed perfectly manicured. For every raindrop that fell on my
window outside, inside were teardrops falling down my cheeks. I didn’t even
bother to wipe them away anymore. I’d been sitting there for hours, not sure how
many, when there was a knock on my front door.
At first I didn’t
even realize what that noise was. I jumped and turned towards my room door but
stayed seated. I was still as a statue while I listened for the noise to come
again. When I heard it, louder and more demanding, I looked at the clock. It
was a little after 1:00 pm. I couldn’t think straight and didn’t know for the
life of me who that could be. I finally got out of the window and slowly walked
to the front door. Once again I waited and listened.
For a long while there was dead silence,
except for the rain pounding on the roof harder than before. I was running down
a mental list of who would possibly come to my home unexpected, especially in
the middle of the day. I had been working, so to speak, from home for the last
several days and my car was pleasantly parked in the garage. I jumped when the
police-like knocking brought me out of my thoughts and back to reality.
“Who is it?” I barely squeezed out of my
throat.
“Jerod, with the cable company, Ma’am!”
he yelled back.
“Oh my gosh,” I thought to myself as I
quickly unlocked the door.
I’d forgotten all about the appointment
I’d made. It had been raining for days and the rain must’ve gotten into the
wires and knocked out the cable. Shoot, I didn’t know. I was just guessing. I
felt bad when I opened the door. The poor man was drenched. I immediately
started apologizing.
“Oh my goodness you’re soaked. I’d
forgotten about my appointment. I feel terrible!” He smiled a beautiful smile
despite his wet face.
“It’s okay. Didn’t they call to remind
you of your appointment?” he asked. I nodded in shame.
“Yes they did. I’ve just had a lot on my
mind. I truly apologize.” I motioned him to where the cable box was. He did his
best to wipe the rain water off his hands.
“Let me get u a towel,” I offered. He
smiled again then turned around to get to work. He was a handsome man which
reminded me of my heartache again.
I sighed and turned around to go get
Jerod a towel but my mind was elsewhere. I was thinking about all the mess I
was going through with my so called boyfriend. We’d been together for almost a
year and I was less than impressed. I’d recently found out I was not the only
female he was seeing but of course he was trying to make me believe otherwise.
At this point I was confused and tired, mentally. I arrived back with Jerod’s
towel but was still in my own world.
“Thanks,” he said but noticed I wasn’t
paying attention.
I didn’t realize I had begun slowly
pacing the room while chewing on my manicured thumbnail, deep in thought. At
one point in time the not-so-good looking guys were the ones that treated you
the best. They opened doors and pulled out your chair for you. They also gave
you gifts like flowers and jewelry, just because. Now they try to play you just
as much as the fine ones. I turned and caught a glimpse of Jerod’s face. He had
completely stopped working and was sitting on top my antique floor model TV
with a slight smile on his face.
“So you’d forgotten about the
appointment, huh?” he asked.
“Yes I did. Again I apologize.” I turned to
fully face him.
“You said you had things on your mind.
From the looks of it they’re still on there…” He had noticed. If he was working
and doing his job he wouldn’t have. I calmed down. It wasn’t his fault. It was
nice of him to inquire.
“Yea I guess you’re right. I’m good
though.” He turned and went back to the task at hand behind the cable box.
“So enlighten me,” he said, surprising
me. I had started pacing again but immediately stopped and turned towards him
again.
“Enlighten you? I am SO not about to sit
here and load my problems on you. I don’t talk to strangers!” I added. He
straightened up and laughed.
“Strangers are the best to talk to. Try me.”
I couldn’t believe him. He actually
wanted me to pour out all my problems on him. I started to think about his
offer, though. After a while it didn’t seem like such a bogus idea. It is
always best to have a man’s opinion when it came to relationship problems.
I sighed and sat down on the couch. Felt
like I was a patient and he was my therapist, like I should be lying down
instead of sitting. While he worked I filled him in with the short version of
my past year’s relationship.
“Sorry but his excuses are a bunch of
bull and you know it, don’t you?” he asked.
I
sat in deep thought for a while before answering. I had just opened my mouth
when the phone rang. He was looking at me, arms crossed, sitting on the TV top
again. He slowly rose and went back to work. I got up to answer the phone.
“Hello?” I asked in my “white girl”
voice everyone always accused me of talking in.
I didn’t think I sounded white, just
professional and like I had good sense. On the other end was my boyfriend,
wanting to have a conversation I was not prepared to have at that very moment.
Besides, I was emotionally unstable first of all and second of all Jerod was
there. He was working, but definitely paying close attention.
I was on the phone for almost thirty
minutes. I did more listening than talking but I’m sure just from my end it didn’t
take a rocket scientist to figure out that I did not do what I should’ve and
broke up with him. I was too ashamed, embarrassed basically, to even face
Jerod. Why did I care? Why SHOULD I care? He doesn’t know me! He don’t know
anything about how lonely I feel at night and how badly I needed to feel loved,
to feel worthy of being loved. I’d been through SO much, especially when it
came to men. When I needed to feel beautiful and appreciated, my boyfriend had
been there.
I didn’t expect anyone else to do so,
but for some reason I felt the need for Jerod to understand. I didn’t want him
to think I was a stupid or vulnerable chicken head. I wanted him to know I was
intelligent and didn’t suffer from low self esteem
but we all needed a boost sometimes.
I marched right back in the living and
stood staring out of the window. When I’d stormed in there I was planning to
announce that we’d decided to work it out and that was that. I didn’t want to
discuss my situation with some stranger anymore. I wanted him to do his work
and get out, but for some reason it didn’t happen that way. I felt like a
teenager not able to admit to her parents that she was dating the bad boy of
the neighborhood. I didn’t see when he straightened up and took his sitting
position on the TV again. I didn’t want to turn around but I knew he was
watching me.
“Ma’am?” he started. I turned around
slowly.
“Jenna,” I corrected.
“Jenna. I couldn’t help but overhear
your conversation. Are you happy with the decision you have obviously made?” he
asked.
I didn’t immediately answer. I just
stood there staring at him. I couldn’t speak. This wasn’t me. What was this?
How did I get here to this point in my life? I was too overwhelmed. The tears
began to fall again, harder than the rain outside. He walked towards me. I
didn’t want him to see me like this so I tried to turn and run. He caught up to
me and wrapped me up in his arms. I backed away from him immediately. His shirt
was still cold and wet. When he realized what was wrong he stripped down to his
boxers and again walked towards me with his arms out. I couldn’t fight him. He
was there and he wanted to console me. At that very moment in time that was
exactly what I needed……
Lightning flashed and thunder clapped
while the rain continued to crash down outside. We were oblivious to any of it
as Jerod gave me nothing but love making at its finest. I’d never experienced
that with men I’d been with for years, let alone a stranger. His kisses were
flawless and his caresses were to die for. My boyfriend had called several
times and I ignored them all. After we had exhausted every position we knew and
lay spent and out of breath, the phone began to ring again. I reached to answer
it when Jerod beat me to it.
“Hello?” he answered and politely
waited. I was laughing so hard I had to cover my mouth.
“I’m sorry I have her busy right now.
Please don’t bother to call back. There’s no need. I’m here now. Have a good
day.” He placed the phone back on the cradle and I burst into laughter.
“I can’t believe you just did that!” I
yelled.
“Seriously, you deserve so much better,
Jen. I promise I did you a favor. You are such a beautiful woman.” I blushed.
My boyfriend, EX boyfriend now, was good at kissing up but he’d never said that
before.
“I have to go…” The sound of his voice
brought me out of my thoughts. My heart dropped. I knew he’d have to leave but
I wasn’t ready.
“Okay,” was all I could muster up. His
eyes actually showed sadness. We both got up and began to slowly get dressed.
He watched my every move as I put on my clothes. He gathered his tools and
began to pack everything up.
“Is it fixed?” I asked looking towards
the TV. He reared back and laughed.
“Baby I was done ten minutes after I got
here!” He laughed even harder when I repeatedly, but playfully hit him.
“So you were over there all hard at work
and faking?” I asked as if I were mad.
He was laughing so hard all he could do
was nod. I began to laugh too, but not for long. He was standing in the doorway
and I knew what that meant.
“So I guess I’ll never see you again,” I
stated, not asked.
“Why you say that?” he asked.
“Cause I know, that’s why.”
“Wanna bet?” he asked. I shook my head.
“Nope. I don’t gamble,” I told him.
“Just out of curiosity, why not?” he
asked.
“Because gambling takes luck, and all my
luck is bad,” I said and I meant every word.
He came towards me and planted a long
passionate, breath taking kiss on my lips. He’d already stopped kissing me but
I still stood with my eyes closed and lips puckered. I didn’t want it to stop.
Once I realized it was over I licked my lips to get the last taste of his. He
smiled.
“That was one for good luck since your claim
you have none. I wanted to give you some of mine.”
That was the sweetest thing anyone had
ever said or done for me and I was truly floored. We hugged, said our goodbyes,
and with that he was gone.
Don't forget to comment to let me know what you think. Also I want to know if YOU have ever been in this situation or have had fantasies about being in this situation. Guys there are cable ladies too. Let me hear those thoughts/experiences. Until next time!!!!!
