Some of you may remember my first encounter with my window treatment guy/blind guy. When he came to measure, I shared some coffee, pie and stimulating conversation with him. He did say he had a girlfriend, but we got along really well, and he stayed for hours. So I figured he at least liked me well enough as a friend.
He came back today to install the blinds. We spoke on the phone prior a few times, and he made me promise NOT to make a pie. It’s a new year, and new resolutions, and pie is not on it for either of us! So, I figured with no pie, his stay would be brief.
He was late arriving, busy day. It was fine with me as I had a swimming class in the morning and it gave me time to do my hair and makeup, since the last time I was in sweats fresh out of the shower. When he finally arrived, I was happy to see that I remembered him well. He was still attractive and funny etc. My cats were all over him like a cheap suit for awhile, and he took the time to pet them and talk in “animal voice” to them, just like I do, lol. It was almost embarrassing how much they were pawing all over him. I was jealous. Of my cats, good Lord!
He only had to put up a few blinds, but of course we got to talking and 3 hours flew by. His cell phone rang a few times and he ignored it. (Wonder who was calling). I was so comfortable with him. We talked about being married, divorced, being single, dating, etc. I just kept thinking, why can’t I meet a guy like him, who DOESN’T have a girlfriend? I’m always a day late and a dollar short, so to speak.
As it got late, he was showing me how to use the blinds, and I was standing close to him. I started to feel faint, lol. He turned and looked at me and I almost thought he was going to kiss me. He put his hands on my shoulders and said “I wish I had met you a year ago. Where were you when I was looking for a girlfriend?” I was so sad for a moment, cause I have such bad luck when it comes to men. I just looked at him and shook my head, and my eyes kinda filled with tears. Of course. I’m a crier. But I didn’t really cry, just a few tears dribbled out, thank God. He hugged me and said, it will feel weird not seeing you anymore, I feel like we’ve become best friends. I’ll miss our talks. I babbled about if you’re in the neighborhood kind of thing, but really, what could I say? The man has a girlfriend. A LIVE-IN girlfriend. I am not a home wrecking kind of girl (unlike some people I know), so I have no choice but to close the chapter on this one. As per usual.
As he drove away I couldn’t help but feel a little mad in addition to a little sad. Mad that I am never in the right place at the right time in the right frame of mind. Or whatever. Just when I think I am happy being single, I run into someone like him.
Someone I can’t have.