At least, I had been ready. That morning.
Now that evening, I was sick with anxiety.
I’d spent the day cleaning my apartment, getting a much needed, much resented manicure, and drinking an exorbitant amount of coffee to keep me going. I was too nervous to eat but by 9pm, I was becoming dizzy from lack of nourishment and excessive caffeine, so I shoveled in a handful of Fritos.
Of course, that was when the downstairs buzzer went off.
I knew from experience that I had about 50 seconds, give or take, from when that sound rang through my apartment, to when someone would be at my door. That didn’t give me a lot of time.
I choked down the Fritos and then hurriedly sprayed air-freshener throughout the room, having chained-smoked for the past 30 minutes as a result of my taught nerves. I dove for the pack of gum in my purse, ripped out a piece and chewed it frantically. I then spit it out in the trash as I didn’t want to have gum in my mouth.
I looked myself over in the mirror. I was wearing a black sweater, black jeans and black boots. I shook my head. I should be wearing color! That’s what Sheri had instructed. How could I have forgotten?? Should I change??
I moved toward the closet but the knock at the door told me I was too late.
Smoothing my hands over my sweater, I took a raggedy breath as I stepped to the door. I opened it slowly.
“Hi,” I breathed. I gripped the doorknob tightly so my hand wouldn’t shake. My other hand shot to my hair involuntarily and twirled a lock between my fingers.
“Come in,” I said and opened the door all the way. I stepped back to make more room.
“Um…,” I said. “So…welcome to New York.”
“Thank you,” he said. He moved to the center of the room and shrugged off his duffel bag.
I shut the door behind us. Then I turned to face him and chewed my lip nervously. He looked at me briefly and then stepped towards me.
“Hi,” I said again.
“Hi.” He then put his arms around me and pulled me into a tight hug.
And then I didn’t know what to say.
Because see, it was My Ex.
32 thoughts on “…One.”
I did not see THAT coming.
Hahaha! Yeah, and I didn’t mean to publish this until Thursday. I was editing and hit the wrong button. I guess we’ll just go with it now…
You know I had a master plan, SP, on how I was going to introduce all this. But I guess, as they say, “The best laid plans…” The ‘preview’ and ‘publish’ buttons are too close together! 🙂
Hahaha!! I’ve been so excited to write this one!!
Oh my goodness!!! More please!!!
Thank you Jenny!! That is so great to read 🙂
Can’t wait to read more!
Yay!! Thank you!
Great lead-in Tracey. I’m excited to read about the ex and you!
Thank you Dad!! I’m excited to write about it!
Whoa! Okay can’t wait to see what happens!!
Thank you!! Me too 🙂
Trace…got chills reading this. A pop of color is nice…but all black is always SEXIER on you. Can’t wait to read more. Love Ya, Sheri
Aw, you are the sweetest, thank you!!!
Whoa! I have missed the blog for a couple of weeks but what a great post to come back to. Just reading it made me nervous. Haha.
Omg, perfect post to come back to! Hopefully the rest will turn out well 🙂
I almost slipped up and told you about this a few times 🙂
Hmm, reuniting with an ex can go so many ways…
This is so very, very true Melissa.