The Dating Chronicles – Expectations

The Dating Chronicles

Expectations

April 28, 2019

Dori waited anxiously as she stared at the clock.  She had called Steve’s office and Dori waited anxiously as she stared at the clock.  She had called Steve’s office and had gotten no response.  Anger and confusion pounded in her head as she redialed his number for the seventh time.  As the phone rang, she hungrily anticipated the sensual hello that always succeeded in giving her goose bumps, but there was no answer.d had gotten no response.  Anger and confusion pounded in her head as she redialed his number for the seventh time.  As the phone rang, she hungrily anticipated the sensual hello that always succeeded in giving her goose bumps, but there was no answer.

The clock sounded the nine o’clock hour with its usual chimes and her anger dissolved slowly into tears.  Today was his birthday and he had chosen to be without her.  As she lay across the bed in the dark, she thought of him and their five months together.  She was disappointed that he had not chosen to spend his birthday with her, but not surprised.  She wondered who he was with and if he was enjoying her.

Through their time together, he had been moody and unpredictable with occasional bursts of romantic behavior.  Yet, she loved him, though there was little evidence that the feeling was mutual.  In his eyes, she saw caverns of secret and private agendas, while his handsome face held staunchly the expression of preoccupation, with no room for intrusion.  His need for her had never been apparent; yet she had attempted to carve a place for herself.  To win his love had been a challenge for her, but she had valiantly tried.

And now, as she recalled her plans for this day, she suddenly felt fatigued from all the effort.  She would move on to find someone who could feel what she felt.  Tomorrow she would tell him.

                                                             

It had been a long day and Steve was thoroughly exhausted.  As he rode the elevator to his apartment, he read the card and smiled.  Today was his birthday, but he was in no mood for celebration. He had lost a valuable client and he was disgusted.  He leaned against the door in fatigue, as he fumbled to find the key.  The apartment was quiet as he took off his shoes at the door.

He felt tense as he removed his jacket to sit at the window. The view always managed to soothe his mind.  As he loosened his tie, he thought of Dori and the throbbing in his head ceased for the moment.  He envisioned her in the trademark short skirt with the strappy shoes, twirling in front of him, as she peeked out from under those lush lashes, with dazzling eyes that danced in mischief.  He closed his eyes and imagined her slender fingers massaging the tired muscles in his back, as she whispered flirtatious murmurings in his ear.

He smiled as he thought of her penchant for back row seats at the movies; her stopping to give every derelict on the street a handout, and the cute way she pouted when her way was not catered to.  He realized that he had never told her, he loved her.

He ached for the sound of her voice, but he didn’t feel like talking.  The silence was soothing as he sat in the dark.  He knew the phone would start ringing soon, but he would not answer.  Tonight, he would selfishly seek the solace of his solitude.  Tomorrow, he would explain why.