No the title is not a typo it’s a combination of the words confused and amazement because that is what I’m currently feeling and it’s also how this past week has been for me.
Let me start at the beginning. A few months back there was a guy I met via online dating and we did hit it off at first and then he disappeared after a while and came back and then disappeared and came back, well you get the picture. Anyway, after so many months of not hearing from him he texts me to ask me why I haven’t contacted him…seriously? anyway Of course I went off and told him where he can shove it and all of that jazz. This took place a month ago. Now a few days ago I get a text from him apologizing for everything and said he wanted to make things right. (I know right!!) Now this leaves me confused because I don’t want to give him another chance since he hurt me, and giving someone a second chance is like giving them another bullet to a gun since they missed you the first time around (that’s a quote I read somewhere but can’t remember who said it). Yes I told him that I wasn’t going to give him another chance but he turned around and said that he was going to prove it to me that he deserves one yup that was real life, he’s trying but I have no idea if I want this. Now I get it when people get confused with what it is that they want to do when someone comes back into their lives from their past.
Anyway I promised before I was going to give a little teaser of the book so here is a small portion of it..enjoy 🙂
“Another round?” the bartender asks me, I respond with a nod. I can’t help but check out the bartender, he looks my age and is sort of hot, especially his eyes, they have to be the most amazing green eyes I’ve seen. I take out more money and place it on the bar. As I’m waiting for another drink another person sits down next to me, I notice that this guy is good looking so I smile, but of course I have a little more respect for myself and not prep myself.
“Hi, I’m Steve” he says with a smile on his face and takes out his hand and holds mine, I smile again and introduce myself
“Hi, I’m Selma”.
“Now that’s a name that you don’t hear every day…it’s sexy and exotic…now tell me Selma, did it hurt?”
“Ummm did what hurt?” I’m confused. Crap I thought that no one could notice the scars. I’ve always made sure to make sure that no one could see them, I’ve mastered on how to put on makeup that covered the imperfections and everything. No one has ever been able to notice. I take slow breaths and try my hardest not to freak out over this.
“Did it hurt when you fell from heaven? Because I’m looking at an angel” he says as he takes my hand and kisses it.
OH MY FREAKING GOD! I take back everything I’ve said. He’s not even trying. I’ve heard my share of pick-up lines, but really this is by far the worst. Once a guy said to me if I was a transformer then I’d be optimum fine. I thought it was cute and since I happen to like the transformers then I thought that the guy deserved a chance, he got an A for originality in my book, but this guy, he must have read it in a book somewhere. It’s too bad though, this guy is cute, but went from cute stranger to creeper in less than 2 minutes. How do I let him down gently?
“No, Steve it doesn’t hurt when you have to dig your way up” I said with a smile on my face. Poor Steve though, he didn’t like that too much since his face deadpanned and got up really quickly. Well someone doesn’t have a good sense of humor. I heard laughter and I turned and saw the bartender was laughing at the whole exchange.
“What?” I said as I shrugged.
“nothing” he said as he shook his head, “but that was the funniest thing that I’ve ever heard a girl say to that line, normally I see girls smile and twirl their hair or get annoyed that someone’s using a line and walk away, but you, you’re something else” he tells me with a smile on his face. It’s a nice smile, one of those sexy half smiles that only certain guys can give.
“Thanks, I’m Selma,” I say as I take a drink and smile, I hand him my money for the drink. He holds his hands up not wanting to take it.
“I know, it’s good to meet you, and it’s on the house” he tells me and walks away.
Until next time,