Love of Eros: Part 3

Pushing that thought aside I head to my usual spot in the Teashop, which is empty and I breathe a sigh of relief. I don’t glance around to see if anyone else is there but keep my sights set on my out of the way spot. If there are people here I wonder what they think when they look at me. I don’t want it to bother me and yet it always does. It’s not so much as people, as men who really have my concern. All I see is men being friendly on the outside, but running away from a raging herd of wildebeest on the inside. This is how I see myself - true beast.

My appearance? I can just imagine how I look. I don’t need a mirror. I’ve seen it time and time again, through eyes the colour of mud slime.. There are times where I try to dress sophisticated or hot but seem to fall short. My mud dark hair with its little Medusa strands are probably ready to strike anyone who comes too close. Body size? After lacking in model perfection and height closely resemble a mix between the Michelin Man and the Stay Puff Marshmallow Man. 

Who or what could I blame? Genes? A lack of self confidence or stress? An evil spell cast on me by a vengeful sorceress? At least spells could be broken.

 A headache is forming. This isn’t worth thinking about. I have thought about it so many times it couldn’t continue. I would have to accept the fact that I might be single for the rest of my life and Valentine’s Day would, in fact, be just another day. The only thing now was to carry out this pronouncement.

 I unloaded my greasy, fingerprinted laptop that my best efforts never managed to stay clean. Mae stopped at the table to ask if I wanted my usual. I smiled at The Teashop owner and nodded. In less than a minute she brought out my pink wreathed Coalport teaset steaming hot with honeysuckle and camomile tea. If truth be told she most likely had it ready. I thank her then sit down.

 The fragrance of the steeping tea relaxes me and the headache that once was brewing eased. Focus on my writing is what I need right now. I poured my tea as my laptop warmed up. Closing my eyes I settle back against the chair. The first lip burning sip is delicious. A heavenly warmth spreads through my body. I smile at this simple pleasure forgetting all about the world and its sickness called love.

I open my eyes to survey my surroundings, actually not my surroundings, I could tell you exactly what went where and if something had been moved. What I was really surveying is what I couldn’t do when I first entered the teashop; see who else was here. Table after table was empty until I came to the mahogany table by the window. A man sat, with legs stretched, out blatantly staring at me.

A man sat, with legs stretched out, blatantly staring at me. His sun hued hair glowed like a halo in the light cascading from the windows. Sapphire eyes, above a radiant smile, bore deeply into mine drawing me in.

 Despite the magnetic pull I found the strength to snatch my gaze away. I made eye contact with Mae, who had the cliché ‘from ear to ear’, grin. What secret was she hiding? Then I looked back to the man. He was no longer sitting at the window. At his full height he surpassed my 5’3” with ease. I watched as he walked with grace and confidence toward me the same smile never leaving his face. This godlike man couldn’t possibly be coming toward me?

Oh My Gosh he was! 

 

I put my teacup down, my nervous fingers almost spilling the contents. I bit my lip at this exhibition of nervousness. Cursing inwardly and all I could do is pretend to write. What came out on the screen resembled a two year old pushing wildly at the keys. There was no stopping my fingers. I risked a glance up and had to tilt my head way back to look at this man. My stomach fluttered and I had to gulp to keep the butterflies from escaping. He seemed to smile wider at my nervousness. And despite my nerves I smiled back.

“Good evening,” his voice was deep and angelic. “May I join you?” I nodded not taking my eyes from his as he sat down smoothly in the seat across from me. In his eyes I saw a future full of love.