But its Sunday

So, for those who of you haven’t seen me let me describe how I look when I leave the house on every other day. My hair is either in braids or in a variety of different fake ponytails. Eyelashes and eyebrows on point, and a nice glossed lip. I’m usually wearing workout clothes because I am usually going to work. Always presentable. Except for Sundays which is the one day that the lashes are off, glasses on, hair usually dirty and pulled back and Pj”s replace work out clothes.

Today is Sunday, and today, of course, I met a man.

It all started last night when I noticed my toilet wasn’t flushing…. the plumbing nightmare continued into my shower and my mothers’ toilet. We were clogged. I stayed up past 9 (on a sat which is unheard of for me). Plunging, plunging, watching, and nothing.

This morning I woke up to my mother telling me the shower was now full of shit (literally) and she’d call the plumber after church……. I am sorry, but there is no way I am waiting to use the bathroom until who knows when. Especially when I am fully capable of fixing a clog (no I am not). So it begins, the plunging, the overflowing, the obsessively running from bathroom to bathroom to see if anything was flowing….. Ya it was flowing, OVERFLOWING….. gross.

I text my mom to ask her to come home because I was wayyyyy out of my league. She called the plumber he called back! He was on his way! Horray!

I open the door (remember its Sunday) and a man who was the perfect height, perfect age range, perfect face, no wedding ring, (and has a job!) is standing at my door. The Plumber.

Of course, the plumber has a good laugh as I apologize for the house smelling like shit (what I should’ve done was apologize for also looking like shit.. but I had forgotten) In my mind, it wasn’t a Sunday and I didn’t look like death.

We chatted, I flirted…. he fixed my clogged pipes, (the ones outside) and again there was harmony in my house. When it came to paying the bill he took a $100 off the flat service fee for Sundays, and gave my mom (she’s a total whore, ask anyone) his personal cell phone and promised to come any time to unclog my pipes..

As he drove away I thought, he could be someone I could go out with. I see myself having fun and interesting conversation with him.. So, as I write this I think.. Should I? Should I text his personal phone and try to see if he feels the same?  To see if we really did hit it off. Maybe even see each other on a not a Sunday? But what if he thought the real me, the stripped down version was not cute and reject me???

Ahhh so many questions…. fear is holding me back. Question is will I let it?

 

Stay Tuned….A.K.

 

 

 

 

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3 thoughts on “But its Sunday

  1. Your stories are so interesting. I can’t wait to read what happens next.
    I would totally text him. Find out if he has a girlfriend or not so you won’t waste your time thinking about him if he’s unavailable. 🙂
    Good luck!

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