I pulled my hair up into a bun, taking great care to make it look messy. It was ridiculous how much work the messy bun look actually took to be cute. I sat down in the chair in the corner of my room, which was older than I was. I loved vintage anything and when I had spotted the chair in a secondhand store, I had bought it without thinking about how I would get it home.
I had managed, with the help of the old lady that owned the store and the gentleman passing by that took pity on us trying to squeeze the thing into my backseat. It had worked. Getting it out of the car had been another matter entirely.
I pulled on my favorite boots with the chunky heels and rolled up the cuff of my jeans to show them off. The light black sweater I was wearing with the shoulder cutouts made me feel flirty and sexy. I put on my favorite dangly necklace, added a little more mascara to make my green eyes pop and headed out to meet Kami.
I parked my car in the lot of the park where a fishing derby was being held. It was already packed, meaning I had to hike to where I was supposed to be meeting her. I waved when I saw her leaning against a tree, wearing her usual tight jeans, hoodie, and boots.
“You wore your shitkickers?” I asked her with disgust.
“I always wear my shitkickers. You never know when shit needs kicked. I’ll leave the girly girl stuff to you.”
I rolled my eyes. “Men are afraid of you.”
“As they should be. Now, let’s get out to the bar.”
“It’s noon!”
She gave me a look. “I didn’t say we were drinking. The bar is where the men hang out.”
“I’m here to enjoy a nice day on the water and cheer on the locals.”
“Me too, while I do a little man shopping.”
I laughed, following her down the path that would lead us to the bar, which was surrounded by water on three sides. The fishing tournament was a big deal in town. Everybody came out to support the anglers while enjoying the various food booths and other vendors set up around the park. It was basically a place to catch up with neighbors while grubbing on good food and meeting new people.
We took seats at one of the tables pressed up against the clear plastic edge that was about waist high to keep people from toppling into the water. We both ordered diet sodas, neither of us big drinkers, especially day drinkers.
“All right, what’s your flavor?” she asked, her eyes shielded by her aviator sunglasses as she scanned the boats and the docks lining the lake.
“My flavor?”
“We’re doing a little man shopping. What do you want? Tall, dark? Blonde? Short?”
I laughed. “I didn’t know there was an order form. I’ve been doing it wrong all this time.”
“Yes, you have. We both have. It’s time to do this right.”
I wrinkled my nose as two men with beer bellies and stained white shirts passed by us. “Why are we shopping here if we’re looking for a specific type of man? These are daddies out with their kids and old guys running from their wives.”
She scoffed. “Um, you need to get your eyes checked. Check out those two over there. Single and ready to mingle.”
I casually looked in the direction she was staring. “Too young.”
“What about those guys over there?” she nodded to a dock where a group of middle-aged guys that looked to be car salesmen or some other type of salesperson were all standing and laughing.
I shrugged. “I don’t know, maybe.”
“See, these are the guys we need. They spend all their time fishing or making money. That means, we get to spend their money and we rarely see them. It sounds like the perfect situation to me.”
“That’s not a very good marriage.”
She shrugged. “Who said anything about a good marriage? Seriously, those don’t exist these days. Those are things of the past. They died somewhere in the last century.”
“There are plenty of people who are happily married,” I argued.
“Name one.”
I thought about it. “Well, I can’t think of any off the top of my head.”
“Because you don’t know anyone. Marriage sucks.”
“That’s very cynical,” I told her.
She sipped her soda. “Not cynical. It’s the facts. Half of all marriages end in divorce and the other half are the divorced people getting remarried. You have a fifty-fifty chance of getting divorced. When you think about marriage and all that you have to give up and all the compromise, does it really seem worth it? Then you have to go through the divorce and end up losing half your shit. No thank you. I’ll keep my stuff and just enjoy a relationship that doesn’t have to be sealed with a license—that you have to pay for, by the way.”
“Please tell me you’re kidding.”
“What would I be kidding about?”
I gave her a look. “You have to want to settle down one day, have a couple of kids, and sit in those rocking chairs on your porch and watch the grass grow when you’re too old to ride your horse or chase men.”
“I definitely do not,” she said with a scoff.
“I don’t believe that for a second,” I said. “You’re just a big chicken.”
“Yeah, right. I’m not cut out for that kind of life.”
“I guess I don’t have much room to talk,” I mumbled. “I haven’t had a serious relationship in forever. The few dates I have gone on have been complete wastes of time. It seems like every man I go out with is just not right. I could probably fall right into the perfect man and I wouldn’t be able to recognize him.”
“That’s because you work too much.”
I sighed. “You are not wrong.”
Leila“You need to slow down. You’ve only been teaching a few years, but you have the look of a woman who has been teaching forever,” Kami said.“Thanks.”“Seriously, the whole idea of being a teacher is you get to take a couple of months off every year. I don’t think you’ve stopped working since you graduated college.”“Because I want to do things and as it turns out, I’m not independently wealthy and people won’t just give me whatever I want. I apparently have to earn money and to do that, I must work. Despite what I thought when I chose to become a teacher, I don’t make a lot of money.”“You don’t have any money because you save it all.”I laughed. “You make that sound like a bad thing!”“Not bad, but come on. What if you get hit by a bus tomorrow?”I scowled. “That’s not a very positive thought.”“I’m just saying. If you get hit by a bus tomorrow or even a year from now, what good is that fat savings account going to do you? Unless you plan on bequeathing it to me, then by all mea
ChristopherI stepped inside the walk-in closet and stared at the shelves filled with neatly folded jeans. I turned to look at the other side where my business suits were hanging. That was a definite no. I stepped in a little deeper and pulled out a couple of pairs of slacks and then a pair of jeans. I laid the outfits out on the bed and stood back.I was putting way too much effort into deciding what to wear. After finally getting dressed, I headed downstairs to start some coffee. It was a sunny morning, and I enjoyed the sunshine. It was a huge mood lifter. I grabbed my coffee and headed out to sit on the patio. It was a little cool outside, but not cold enough to send me back in.I sat down at the table and thought about my wife. I thought about her a lot. I missed her. I knew I hadn’t been a great husband. I took my role as provider very seriously. Too seriously. I had focused on making us comfortable and kind of let her take over the raising of our son while I spent my time worki
ChristopherWhen I looked back, he was still waving at me. He obviously thought he knew me. I walked to where he was gesturing for me to sit down. I took my seat in the front row to save us both any more embarrassment.“Hi,” he said with a bright smile.“I’m sorry, have we met?” I asked the guy that was barely holding onto his hair. He reminded me of a version of Bruce Willis with his round head, friendly smile and outgoing persona.“Not yet, but when I saw you come through the door, I knew we needed to stick together.”I laughed, looking around the room and seeing all the youthful faces. I didn’t think some of them were old enough to grow facial hair. A true testament to my age. “Thanks. I’m Christopher Evans.”“Alan Pierce,” he said extending his hand for me to shake.“Nice to meet you. Is this your first foray into higher learning?”He chuckled. “No. Third time. I’m hoping it’s the charm.”“Wow, you must really like school?”He laughed. “Not so much, but I just can’t figure out wha
LeilaI scanned the chairs, not really looking at the faces of the students I would have in class the next few weeks. I was focusing on the chairs themselves and the fact there were a lot of butts in the chairs with very few empty ones. It was damn near full. I wasn’t expecting that. I was actually thinking I would skate by with a light class roster which would mean there would be fewer papers to grade. That wasn’t the case at all.“I guess you all had Enders as an advisor?” I quipped. “He likes to stuff as many people into my class as he can. I suppose he gave each of you the speech about my class either being a great way to pick up a couple of fun credits or to determine whether you are really serious about whatever major you are going into.”There were some laughs, telling me that was exactly what had happened. I smiled, appreciating Gerald’s support. He was a nice man and was convinced that without him I would lose my job due to a lack of interest in the old Greek stuff as he call
Leila“You’ll see there is a different name on each day. I’m going to be zipping through these guys fast. The class is too short for us to cover demi-gods, so we’ll be sticking with the big guns. Before we dive in, can anyone tell me anything about Greek mythology at all?”I looked around the class and saw a lot of blank faces. “Anyone?”A young woman raised her hand. “I took a class in high school about it.”I nodded. “And do you remember any of it?”She grimaced. “I kind of remember something about Zeus,” she said hesitantly.I laughed. “Well, that’s good. He’s kind of a big deal in the Greek world. Next question, can anyone tell me how many gods there are?”“A lot,” someone answered.“Good answer. There are a lot, but for this particular class, we’ll be covering the twelve that are most well-known in history. That isn’t to say the other many gods and goddesses didn’t play a very important part in the shenanigans of Greek mythology, but they are lesser-known because they were either
ChristopherI had nothing waiting for me at home and figured I could check out the huge cafeteria on campus. I wanted to do a little people watching, even if the campus was a bit like a ghost town. I didn’t mind eating alone. Hell, I’d been basically eating alone for the last year. Olin rarely liked to be in the same room with me, let alone share an entire meal together.I did a quick walk around the huge buffet line to see what was being offered. It actually looked good and unlike any cafeteria I had ever gotten to eat in during my college years. I headed back towards the front of the line, although there were only a few people grabbing a bite to eat.I picked up a tray and began to slide it down the stainless-steel counter, reaching for some sliced fruit. It smelled amazing in the commons area. College students today had no idea how good they had it. I made my way around the counter, adding a slice of pepperoni pizza to the tray as well. It all looked so good.“Hey! You sure were in
ChristopherProfessor Bell smiled. “I think it’s a good thing that you don’t look forty-four.”“I’m guessing by that Texas twang, you’re from the area?” I asked.She winked. “And I’m guessing by the flat A’s I hear and those long O’s you’re from up north somewhere. Dakotas? Minnesota?”I laughed. “I do not have flat A’s.”“And I don’t have a twang.”“I like the twang. It feels very inviting and friendly.”“Thank you,” she said, emphasizing the drawl. “I find the northern accent tends to have some Canadian influences.”I nodded. “Makes sense since we’re right up there next to them.”“I visited Wisconsin a few years ago and I was just amazed at the difference in dialect. Half the time I felt like we were speaking different languages.”I laughed. “We do have some colloquialisms that can confuse people. Just as Texas does. The ‘fixin to’ is something that is going to take me a while to get used to.”She laughed. “Oh, so many new words you will learn. Depending on who you’re talking to and
LeilaI got to class early, kind of excited about the day. I had really enjoyed talking with Christopher after class. He had an intelligent look in his eyes. He was smart, good looking, and charming. His quirky smile was warm and made me feel like he was a humble man despite his wealth.I wasn’t sure if he was necessarily wealthy, but he was comfortable. He was the kind of guy that had enough money to buy Gucci’s and wear them to class because that was what he was used to wearing. The casual confidence he had was also very attractive.It wasn’t often I got to have a conversation with a man who was of equal or higher intelligence than myself. I didn’t think I was a snob, but dumbing down to have a conversation with a man was getting old. I didn’t want to pretend to be ditzy. I was a blonde, but I hated the stereotype.When I was younger, I had played it up. Until I hit puberty, I had always been the fat girl in school. Adding smart to the label just made things worse. I had been teased