Deliciously Dirty 4

HOWEVER

Mr. Handsome called me everyday twice a day until the weekend. We talked about everything to nothing. I became addicted to hearing his beautiful voice on the other end. Hearing his voice at the end of a busy day was just what the Doctor ordered, the Love Doctor. I believe I was smitten. But, how could I be? We had only known each other for a mere weekend and had spoken each day for a week. But, those late night talks of sharing and opening broke down walls that would have never come down had we gone out every day. It's that physical attraction and business that gets in the way.
I said goodnight to him and had not realized that that would be the last time I would hear from him. I had just expected to get my routine morning call. But the call had never come. What had happened?  I was left with feeling lost and a bit unstable. I questioned myself as to why I had allowed myself to become so dependant on his mere phone calls and on him. I was bothered but hid those feelings of disappointments from my roommates. I finally resolved, "Oh well", It was nice while it lasted and good knowing ya..and mentally crossed Mr. Handsome off my list.
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It was odd until a knock at my door came and I opened it to find Mr. Handsome standing on my door step grinning from ear to ear with roses again! I had already started to detatch. I knew it was mere hours but it came without warning and then here he was standing before with so many visual tantilizing stimulants before me. I was stunned. I couldn't process the amount of eye candy before me.
One, He was there in all his sexiness. Two, The sunlight kissing his blonde hair and it begging to be touched. Three, I could just feel his body temperature penetrate right through my body. I felt his eyes searing through me as his twinkling stare was comprehending my lack of response and his strong stoic body waiting for embracement. Four, He was standing before me with roses again and their sweet aroma wafted straight to my love sensory gland that undeniably shouted, "smitten" and number Five- He smelled absolutely sensual! He wore obsession for Men and clearly at one inhale I was obsessed!
But, all of these emotions happened in under one minute because the one resounding emotion that took over was that of humiliation and embarrassment and the only thing I wanted to do was flee.
Imagine my surprise? I was shocked! I was mortified! I wasn't ready! I wasn't even dressed. Especially to greet such a beautiful vision that was before me. My hair was in rollers! I was mid faced make up! My heart raced so fast I thought I was having an anxiety attack. My face was so flushed and it burned like I had a 3rd degree sunburn. I stammered, uhhh, "COME IN". I opened the door wider as I ushered him into our always messy front living area and motioned for him to have a seat on a notebook papered filled couch amongst crumpled balls of paper that clearly missed the trash can.

I didn't kiss him nor did I take those roses that were clearly purchased for me. I just let him in and  I quickly ran off into the bathroom to finish primping and nervously apply the other half of my face!
I wonder to this day, if that is how he envisioned his arrival going? I am thinking he was hoping I would leap into his arms and give him an endearing kiss for his wonderful unexpected surprise. I wonder what was going through his mind as he waited for me to finish dressing.

I shout from the bathroom, FREAKING OUT, trying to hide my uneasiness and nervousness.

"What the heck are you doing here?"

He said, "Oh I was just in the neighborhood and thought I would swing by".

"Liar!"

I can hear him chuckle from the room. Gosh, I love the way he laughs!
He asked if I had any plans and I replied devilishly, "Well, as a matter of fact, I do!, I'm getting ready for another NCMO"
Silence from the other room. Oopsy, homey don't like that game!
He suggested I cancel them since he came all this way just to see my gorgeousness! Awe, the way to melt this heart quickly is flatter me unjustly. I quickly call the girls who I always eat with and let them know I have a change in plans. This didn't go over so well but at that moment I didn't care. Dinner was a standing commitment and one of my roommates Rachel, wasn't too fond of Mr. Handsome. She liked him but she wasn't sure of him. She watched me return from Winter break reclused and a bit depressed from not being with Mr. Blue Eyes to going out and having fun only to see me fall quickly for someone I had only known a week. She was a good friend and sounding board but mostly she didn't like that he was occupying my time. ...da dot dum...

I quickly finished getting ready and we went out to this place where he used to work before his mission, The Sizzler. I uncomfortably ordered dinner. I absolutely hate it when someone pays for me. I feel indebted. (Not drop your pants indebted)(that was meant to be humorous but depending on your background...I'm just sayin...) My parents never allowed others to pay, they would always pay. Mr. Blue Eyes and I dated enough that I was comfortable with him paying because he had two jobs and I also knew that we were an item, and I would be able to treat also. Mr. Handsome insisted on paying and this made me feel like I was wearing a wool sweater in the middle of July. So, to say I was uncomfortable was a serious understatment.  It was like he was unevening the playing grounds. " Thanks for dinner", I stammered then silence. I'm sure he was thinking what the heck? This girl is hot one moment and cold the next!

Mr. Handsome broke the awkward silence with what do you want to do? I don't know I hadn't planned ongoing on a date much less deciding what we would do for this date! This was work out night, if we weren't dancing we were in the gym. (maybe, that is why I stayed so slim. I was running and working out always) I was athletically built in High School but not having a car at college and this new routine brought my stealth frame to a slender comfortable 6 and fit size 4. I took a health and fitness class and we did a body fat measurement, in the water, which is the most accurate. I had 7% body fat! I wasn't skinny like twiggy. I was just athletic, in fact I weighed 140 pounds. Now wrap your head around that number and those sizes? See what muscle does for a body?(I should have reveled those days but it is true. You never truly enjoy what you have until its gone). I still felt I was fat and constantly strived for 120 pounds. 130 pounds was where my body would stay and that was difficult, my frame liked the extra 10.

Now, Mr. Handsome and I are sitting in awkwardness and not quite sure what to do, this isn't going the greatest for me. I am now uncomfortable twice on our date. One more and I'm out of here and I'm pulling out the sick card. I am the most awkward person when it comes to awkward situations. I magnify them and it is so painful for me that my sweat glands become overactive and start spewing from every pore!

 So... Did I pull the sick card out or did Mr. Handsome save the date?