Dear Blog
I got an hour and a half lunch hour today. Gerard called my office and asked me if I wanted to go out to lunch with him. I decided to take advantage of my hour break so we could go over some wedding details. We met at a local moll to have lunch. When I got there he told me he needed to go to the Phone Store because he needed to fix his cel-phone. I accompanied him to make sure he didn’t have any question about what they would do to his phone. He always gets the most expensive cel-phones on the market and never learned how to use it all the applications.
We got in line at the cel-phone area, and as we stood there, he seemed oblivious to the fact that the woman at the counter was flirting with him. I’ve gotten so used to it, that I just rolled my eyes. I don’t even try playing the jealous gal friend, it doesn’t work.
“Desiree, what is your cel-phone number?” he asked me.
“0448-122-048-888” I said. “How can you not know my number?”
He laughed and said; “Of course, I know your number. I was just making sure I had it right. I’m adding you to the list of frequent callers so I can call you and talk to you for 15 minutes free of charge.” He added a friendly smile.
“Oh, wow. Thanks.” I said.
“Now I can call my future wife whenever I want and it won’t cost me a thing.” He put his hand around my shoulder and walked out. The woman at the counter seemed embarrassed with the fact that she had been flirting with him. When we were a safe distance away, I allowed myself to laugh and ask him if he noticed that woman’s reaction.
“So you knew she was flirting with you?” I asked.
“No. I really hadn’t noticed. But I figured it out by your reaction. You seemed almost jealous. That was when I noticed how she was talking to me and flirting.”
“I was not jealous! I just didn’t think it was very professional on her behalf.”
“You used to make those same faces when we hung out at school and when we would go out on casual dates. I never knew what they meant until I saw Bryce make the same face once when we were out having dinner and the waiter was flirting with me.
“I do not make a face!” I protested.
Gerard smiled, hugged me and kissed my cheek. “You do make a face. I love seeing you jealous. You know you are the top woman in my life.”
“I better be your only woman.”
We decided to have lunch at a nice salad bar. As we sat there waiting for our slow waiter to remember to bring out order, I reminded Gerard that I needed his RSVP invitations. He told me his mother had them at the house and that she was putting them in order. I foolishly thought that he would be different from other guys and actually want to be involved with the planning of the wedding and organizing the invitations. But he could care less about who was coming and who wasn’t coming. I had to go and spend an afternoon with his mother in order to get his guest list. Whenever I would ask him who he wanted to invite he would just say “whoever.” Our guest list has around 250 people, but we are calculating about 300 incase people come with an extra date.
I was lying in bed trying to fall asleep, but my head kept analyzing all the things I had to do tomorrow. My cel-phone started vibrating: Gerard.
“Hey love.” He said when I answered.
“Hi darling.”
“I can’t sleep” he answered. “Talk to me.”
“What do you want me to talk about?”
“Anything… You’re voice will put me to sleep.”
“Are you saying my voice is boring?”
“Yes.”
“beep, beep, beep” I started imitating the sound as if I’d hung up. I could hear him laugh on the other end of the line.
“What can I tell you? I just saw you a couple hours ago. I’m just laying here in bed staring at the ceiling. I have about 4 different stuffed animal frogs sitting at the end of the bed staring at me.”
“Your only companions…”
“I know. I have to get used to it. Once we get married they will continue to sit by my bed and keep me company. You better get me a life-size stuffed animal frog as a wedding gift.”
I could hear him chuckle on the other end of the phone, he was thinking of something else.
“Desirae…”
“Yes love?”
“Does it bother you that we will never share a bed together?”
It did bother me a bit the thought that I would never have a roommate. Someone to hug at night when I felt lonely or someone to wake up next to every morning…
“You mean we won’t have sleepovers?” I asked playfully.
“I am serious Rae…”
“It has never been something that crossed my mind. I know we will share the same room when we have visitors, but on a daily base we will won’t. It is something I will be used to.”
“I definitely need to get you that stuffed animal frog.”
“I’ll be expecting it.” I said and yawed “I am falling asleep Gerry. My eyes are closing against my will.”
“Ok. I’ll let you go. Just one quick question…”
“Yes?”
“What are you wearing?” he asked jokily.
“GOODNIGHT Darling”
“Goodnight Dear”
I love talking to Gerry. I love the fact that his cel phone service now allows us to have 15 minute calls without charging. It’s nice hearing his voice before going to sleep…
Love
Desirae
