At one time or another, we have all encountered a liar. We have all wondered if we are being lied to, and we have all lied. We have all been here. If you say you have not, it is likely you are…
July in Georgia is always a hot and sticky time of year. Guests fanned magazines in one hand in an attempt to create an artificial breeze. Swinging their other hand in the air trying to deter the gnats that swarmed around their head. The wedding was scheduled to start twenty minutes ago. Jitters hit the bride and her bridesmaids were doing everything they could to get her to the altar. In the meantime, people were wilting in their seats.
Pushing number four, I stood waiting as the elevator doors closed in front of me. Standing alone I softly hummed an old familiar song, stopping only when the elevator stopped to pick up another passenger. Smiling politely as the gentleman stepped inside, I felt myself blush when I noticed his big dark eyes roam over my body, taking every curve in. I wondered what he was thinking if he liked what he saw. Smiling more to myself, I didn’t realize he took the smile as my encouraging him.
Excitement shot through me, he was back in town. Unprofessional, maybe but I have become too emotionally close with Jason. He is so nice, handsome, and he makes me feel a way no other guy has made me feel, John or not. Admittedly. I have had the opportunity to try out all types of men. This one is special, we will leave it at that.
I loved my college history class. My professor, Mr. Johnston, was not only enthusiastic about the subject he taught, but he was cute, too. I mean, for an older guy.