Happy Ending?

I looked out my front window for him again… nothing.

I go check my makeup…again.

I came back to the window carefully in case he was parked across the street waiting, that seemed like him to not ring my buzzer. Carefully meaning sort of crawling across the living room floor, no need to look insane by looking directly out my window.

Still nothing….wait. I see him, is that him? I am watching as he dismembers his bike…cycle, his bicycle. Interesting, he does not seem like anyone that would own a bike or ride it the 2 blocks to my house.

Do I go down there. No, no he will know I was staring out the window.

There’s a knock at my door, dear God someone let him in.

I answer it casual like it could be anyone at all.

He greets me like I could be anyone at all and asks for the bathroom. His indifference is intoxicating, my cat swirls around my ankles then bites me. I hear a strange sound coming from the bathroom, what hell is this? I gently tap on the bathroom door since its been 17 minutes and ask if he’s Ok.

I’m taking a bath….

This was a first date. I wanted to scream this. His delivery was so matter of fact I was thrown I went with “great”

This was not adding up, was his bathroom broken? Who rides a bike in LA and breaks it down into pieces to be thrown into a river like a dead body. The man I was currently falling in LOVE with that’s who!

He exited my bathroom and let me know I would be driving. …“great”