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"Crap..." I let out a loud grunt, slammed the door, and walked away. Abruptly, I heard him open the door behind me and calmly walk in. Of all the days to show that smirk on his face, it had to be TODAY! Angrily, but gracefully, I strolled to the kitchen to pour myself some coffee.
"That's not Irish, is it? I'd hate to think you took up drinking after all that time without me." I could hear the condescension in his tone, and I passionately desired to strangle it into submission. "Of course not, Manny. There's only one of us who likes to partake in such pleasantries, and you made that VERY clear the last time we were in each others company." I said as I put the mug to my lips. I could feel him staring at my back, probably trying to think of something more clever to say. It didn't take long.
"Oh, I remember every detail of that day. I may have been drunk, but, I wasn't the one acting crazy." I slammed my mug on the counter and turned in frustration only to find him leaning effortlessly on the refrigerator door. "You don't know anything about that day, you were drunk. And, I resent your implication of my sanity, I am the most sane person you know! My behavior back then was due to pure circumstance, I am not crazy!" I felt like I was going to blow a vein in my forehead, I was so angry. He, on the other hand, was smiling. SMILING. I felt foolish as I waited for some sort of
response, which, of course, is what he wanted. "My love, I never implied that you were crazy, merely that you were acting crazy."
He was right. The subtle realization must have shown on my face because, he continued, "By the way, you look good in a kitchen," he took a few steps toward me, my anger boiling at his remark, "Especially, dressed like that." Then, I suddenly remembered what my plans were. "Yes, well, I'm not dressed like this for you or the stupid kitchen. I have a date and he should be here any minute. So, you should leave." I quickly walked toward the entrance of my abode, when he started talking again. "This date of yours, does he have a name?" Psh. If he thinks he's going to learn anything about tonight, he's dead wrong. I opened the door,"His name doesn't concern you." I gestured for him to leave, but, he hesitated at the entrance and put his hand on the wall behind me. "At least tell me what this guy looks like. I need to know my competition." If I were going to get Manny out of here, I'd have to lie. Telling him what Guy actually looked like would coax him into staying longer, which would inevitably end up with us on a second date. I most definitely did not want that.
"He's tall," not as tall as Manny, but taller than me, "with dark hair, and we work on the same floor at the office." which is true, but he works for pest control. "Now, will you leave?" He looked into my eyes and gave a devilish smile. "One more question, Love," he looked down at the base of the doorway and I followed his gaze...
"Is that him?"
(To be continued...)
