I looked up from my clients nails the second i heard the door open. In walked a little lady with a cane. Then i saw the man who had ahold of her elbow, guiding her toward the shampoo bowl. I saw his hair first. Salt with just a dash of pepper, and a mustache. Then i saw his eyes. Deep clear brown with an even darker rim. They smiled at me before he did. I felt my face get hot and a shiver ripple over my body. It was the man from my dream. The dream id had recurrently since id moved back home. I quickly looked back down and tried to file my clients nail and realized my own hands were shaking. I smelled his after shave in the cool breeze his body created as he slowly walked by my desk. "i think ill sit and wait for you today mom" he said in a deep voice that vibrated my soul, then sat down in the reception area directly in front of me. With my head still down i lifted my eyes. They connected with his. And they smiled at me again.
we stared at each other like that for 3 months before he ever spoke to me. then one winter day, after a rather substantial snow, i was in the break room eating lunch when he walked in to get a cup of water. he struck up a conversation by asking me how i liked the snow. "i'm not a fan", i said, laughing nervously. i couldnt believe he was talking to me! "did your husband shovel your driveway?" he asked?
now, a normal woman with no self-confidence issues would have known what he was doing right away. but this is ME we're talking about, so it never even crossed my mind. "No", i said, "its just me and mom, so i did it myself". then for some reason, my face turned bright red, and i got up from the table and said, "oh well, back to work!" and rushed out of the room.
he didnt come back to the salon for 3 whole weeks. i thought i'd blown it.
i hadnt.
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