He was late to arrive at my office…about 6 months
late but he had texted me that he was on his way so when I heard the bell chime
and heard him say my name my heart leapt. I took a deep breath and waited for
the receptionist to half heartedly announce him. I acted somewhat surprised
then walked to the front office to greet him. He looked up at me as though his
dog had just died. I smiled trying to make my smile especially warm as I looked
into his dark brown eyes. I hadn’t seen him in person since we were at his farm
in the fall and although I gaze at pictures of him on facebook seeing him in
person was like meeting a rock star. I glanced over at a neatly stacked bunch
of papers that he had brought and tried to ease his mind by saying, “Oh look!
That doesn’t look so bad!!” He followed me back to my office as I mentally
tortured myself for not losing that 50 pounds that I had set out to do since I
saw him last.
My boss stopped into my office as we went over The
Cowboy’s paperwork and carried the conversation as I checked The Cowboy out
from head to toe. Underneath his baseball cap I could see that his hair was
beginning to turn a salt and pepper color. His skin was flawless and his facial
features nearly perfect taken individually. He is not what people might think
of as “classically handsome” but imagining his strong hands touching my body
made Kitty wet. Hearing the sound of his voice…watching his mouth move and the
sight of his biceps pulsating rendered me speechless. I feel the attraction to
him completely. I am drawn to him undoubtedly and he is all that I can think of
now.
My friends tease me, “You wouldn’t last 2 HOURS on a
farm,” they say. But I think I could. I think I might be able to be a wife
again…maybe. I’m sure I could be at the very least a dedicated girlfriend to
the Cowboy. I’m sure I could have a beautiful meal ready for him after a hard day’s
work. I am sure I could make love to him as he slips into bed after checking on
the animals for the night.
And then I think about my own life. Could I make
that crazy commute every morning to work? Could I give up my house at the
beach? Could I spend lonely night after lonely night if he is in fact as tired
as he describes and does not WANT Kitty to make love to him?
I suppose time will tell…
