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Topic: Calm (emotionally) (09/13/07)
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TITLE: "I Still Got It" | Previous Challenge Entry
By Frank Salerni
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Holding on to empty promises was something I was more than familiar with. At my age I cringed at the thought of dating. I’m not willing to do all that again. The anticipation, the looming weight of rejection, the half-smiles of “Thanks, but no thanks,” pouring from the lips of the one you’ve been enraptured with. My ego is already fractured from the loss of a love that I thought was forever.
Alas, here I am again.
I didn’t even try and think about the human ritual of dating for months, because of the fear that seemed to be its bedfellow. How in the world can a man in his fifties date? I couldn’t bear the humility that follows the complete collapse of my own inner voice saying, “Nice try.”
Yet, here I am. Daydreaming, I gaze across this crowded office at my potential conquest. Geez, won’t I ever learn? “Snap out of it you fool!”
Getting up from my cubical I wonder off to the coffee pot to drown my sorrows in caffeine. Stirring in some Irish Cream flavoring I watch as the off white color blends into the dark rich reheated cup of java, and thought, “My life is over.”
“Any left?”
My heart raced at the sound of her voice. Turning I was speechless. It was her, and she was inches from my side asking me a question. What did she say? How was I going to answer? I must be calm, cool, and collected. Think, think you fool. Speak wonderful words of wisdom. Don’t blow your big chance!
“I’m ah, not… well if ah… can you wait… lets see… ha, ha eh…
Nice work genius. I’m sure she was impressed with that. Gathering my torn condiments I stepped aside as she lifted the pot and smiled at me. Casting off the stir stick and empty creamer package I slowly turned to go back to my chair.
Then, I heard her voice again. “Excuse me, you forgot something.”
She was holding out my cup of coffee.
“You idiot!” I thought.
I took the cup from her hand. She was holding a small piece of paper in the other and offered it to me as well. When I unfolded it I couldn’t believe my eyes, because it was her phone number with the words, “Call me?” written beside it.
Back at my cubical I placed my hands behind my head, leaned back, put my feet up, sighed and thought to myself, “Bingo. You are the man! So calm, so cool, so collected.”
Yea, that’s me. 50 something, and still got it!
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