I haven’t stopped thinking of Phillip Bordeaux since I first met him. I also need to find out more about him. Danielle and I had a great lunch that day and I told her about him.
“Well do what you need to do; I am so looking forward to your wedding.” She told me and I looked at her in amazement.
“Why must you always think about marriage, he doesn’t even know anything about me other than my name?”
“Well, I think if someone is going on a journey, one needs to know where they are going?” If he is not going to have a relationship with you, why do you want to waste your time and your emotions on something that is not likely to move forward.”
I think she has a point but she is not going about it the right way. You can’t just tell a man that if there are no marriage plans he can’t be with you and sometimes I have witnessed situations where a woman thinks she has found the right man and realizes that the man does not feel the same way about her so in this situation what do you want her to do.
“Danielle, every man cannot be like your boyfriend.”
“Well then I must have the best boyfriend in the whole wide world”
Not necessarily, I think I am just lucky to have someone like him”
“Yeah yeah” I replied rolling my eyes.
Phillip Bordeaux has been in my thoughts even in my dreams. Goodness. I am falling in love with a stranger. Today is my lucky day. Guess who I ran into at the ATM machine. I had just pulled up in front of the bank. The bank had closed. It was past seven o’clock in the evening. I had to deposit a check into my account; I sat in my car and signed the back of the check. I came out of the car and walked towards the ATM terminal. I had just put the envelope into the machine when I heard a car pull up. I turned to see who it was, I saw it was a man but I didn’t see him clearly. I quickly braced myself, took the receipt and my card out of the machine. I was walking towards my parked car when I heard my name in a familiar voice.
“Rose of Sharon” the man called out and I looked. My heart skipped a beat. It was Phillip.
“Hi, Mr. Bordeaux” I responded standing still. He looked good this evening, he looked like he was either going to the tennis court or coming from it. I couldn’t help but stare at his long legs. He was looking really good.
“Phillip” he corrected me as he walked towards me.
“Oh, my bad, how are you doing this evening?” I asked
‘Definitely doing fine. I just got back from playing tennis with my colleague at work,” he told me staring at me. I almost shivered. I was wearing a white long sleeved blouse which had a collar and a short skirt, the first two buttons of my blouse were open so he must have been getting a proper glimpse of my two naughty girls popping out of my half cup bra.
“Oh, I just got off from work” I told him.
“Where do you work?” he asked me.
“Kirkland Guild’ I replied
“Medical?”
“Clerical” and I laughed, I am sure he expected me to be a nurse of some sort sorry to disappoint him, I am not even wearing scrubs.
“Interesting”
“Where do you work?”
“Benson Equipment”
“Nice.”
“I used to work for Gerald & Thompson Labs and then I got laid off so now I work for Benson Equipment.”
“Pretty good” I replied not knowing what else to say. “Anyway it was nice seeing you after last week.” I told him.
“Nice seeing you too, did you ever get to find Daniel?” he asked.
“No, he didn’t show up.” I told him.I can't believe that he still remembers Daniel my ficititious character. He must have seen me with Danielle and I am not ready to talk too much today.
“Anyway have a good evening”
“You too”
Friday, September 18, 2009
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
BEDROOM SECRETS
I have never seen a woman call her son so many times in a day. She can never replace me as his wife. I am completely loved by my husband Dimabo Pepple. I raised him from scratch and not even then sixty five year old woman would tear us apart. Dimabo and I have come a long way. I met him in college. He was my heart rob and I meant totally everything to him and I still do, we have two beautiful twin daughters together, Priscilla and Vanessa who are both eleven years old. We got married at twenty three and had our girls at twenty five. We have not had any children after them. It was a decision we chose to make. Mrs. Pepple Snr had a problem with that after the twins turned six.
“ So what’s up with you having more kids?” she asked as we prepared thanksgiving dinner in the kitchen. I hate revealing information about the private conversations I have with Dimabo in the bedroom. If she wanted that kind of information, she could get it from her son and not me. I did not respond. I knew that it would make her mad but I really didn’t care.
“ I believe that I just asked you a question” she repeated with some anger in her tone as I predicted.
“ Oh am sorry I was not really paying attention, what did you say?” I asked her. I could tell that she knew I was lying but I did not care. Mrs Pepple Snr really does get on my nerves sometimes. She thinks that she can just boss anyone around.
“When am I having my next grandchild?” she repeated slowly and firmly.
“I don’t know” I replied.
“What do you mean by you don’t know, are you impotent or something?” she asked me. I angrily dropped the spoon I was using to mix the food into the sink beside me,
‘I refuse to answer that question” I told her.
“Well for the last couple of years, I have only had Priscilla and Vanessa as my grand daughter but I need other grandkids” she said realizing that she had made me really angry.
“Well they are your grandkids and please let us leave it at that” I told her.
‘Are you on contraception?” she asked me. I could tell she was grinning on the inside.
“Mrs. Pepple, please, let’s leave that out”
“I am a woman just like you, I am just asking”
“That’s the private aspect of my life” I retorted
“Nothing about you is private; you are my son’s wife.”
“I am married to your son, he is my husband and I am his wife and our life together is our business.” I retorted again, the tone in my voice was beginning to get unfriendly. How can this old woman start asking me about my sexual life, it’s none of her business?
“ You will be surprised the things I know about your so called private life” Mrs. Pepple Snr replied. I looked at her for a split second, what did she mean by that? Was Dimabo telling our bedroom secrets to his mom?
“Excuse me, what do you mean by the things you know?”
“ I know a lot of stuff my dear, if I told you ,you would be very surprised.” She responded confidently. I was fuming inside.
“So what did he tell you, that our sex is good , that I ……” and I got cut short by Mrs. Pepple
“Don’t try to tell me stuff that I already know, its not a very good idea.” She told me grinning wickedly. I couldn’t take it anymore. I walked out of the kitchen and as I walked away I heard her burst into laughter.
Thomas was sitting in the family room reading the newspaper. I I walked up to him.
“Hey” he said as he took his head up from the paper.
“We need to talk” I told him.
“What’s going on?” he said and put the newspaper down, he did not like the sound of my voice.
‘What did you tell your mother about our sex life?” I asked him. He knew I was upset.
“What do you mean by that kind of statement?” he asked me sternly.
“I mean, what did you tell her about the sex we have upstairs and everywhere else in this building?”
“Nadine, are you out of your mind, what kind of outrageous statement is that?”
“ I am not out of my mind, your mom just told me that you told her about our sex life and I don’t think that is very necessary and that’s our private life.”
“Nadine, what kind of ridiculous talk is this, why would I tell my mom about our sex life and why are you talking to me like that?” Dimabo was getting very upset, I never talk to him like that, we argue like civilized people but at the rate at which I am going I believe that this shouting match is not going to stop anytime soon.
“Thomas, I should be asking you that question?”
“I told her nothing”
“How would you feel if I called your best friend and told him about our sex life?”
“I told you I never told her anything”
“So you are telling me right now that she is lying?”
“Most definitely, where is she?” he asked me standing up.
“In the kitchen” I responded and just then his mother came out smiling.
“Mom, what is the meaning of what you said?” Thomas asked his mom, he had become very angry and the look on his face made his mom burst into laughter. Thomas stared at her wondering what in the world was so funny about his question that warranted her laughter.
“Your wife is too gullible for my liking” she remarked still laughing and I glared at her. What did she mean by that statement? All of a sudden I looked stupid, she was probably joking and I took it too seriously.
“What is this about mom?” he asked.
“I told her that I know your bedroom secrets” his mom told him winking mischievously at him and smiling.
“She said you told her our bedroom secrets” I told him.
Thomas looked at both of us in disgust and went upstairs.
For a week, Thomas did not speak to me. All because of his mom. That was the worst thanksgiving week ever.
“ So what’s up with you having more kids?” she asked as we prepared thanksgiving dinner in the kitchen. I hate revealing information about the private conversations I have with Dimabo in the bedroom. If she wanted that kind of information, she could get it from her son and not me. I did not respond. I knew that it would make her mad but I really didn’t care.
“ I believe that I just asked you a question” she repeated with some anger in her tone as I predicted.
“ Oh am sorry I was not really paying attention, what did you say?” I asked her. I could tell that she knew I was lying but I did not care. Mrs Pepple Snr really does get on my nerves sometimes. She thinks that she can just boss anyone around.
“When am I having my next grandchild?” she repeated slowly and firmly.
“I don’t know” I replied.
“What do you mean by you don’t know, are you impotent or something?” she asked me. I angrily dropped the spoon I was using to mix the food into the sink beside me,
‘I refuse to answer that question” I told her.
“Well for the last couple of years, I have only had Priscilla and Vanessa as my grand daughter but I need other grandkids” she said realizing that she had made me really angry.
“Well they are your grandkids and please let us leave it at that” I told her.
‘Are you on contraception?” she asked me. I could tell she was grinning on the inside.
“Mrs. Pepple, please, let’s leave that out”
“I am a woman just like you, I am just asking”
“That’s the private aspect of my life” I retorted
“Nothing about you is private; you are my son’s wife.”
“I am married to your son, he is my husband and I am his wife and our life together is our business.” I retorted again, the tone in my voice was beginning to get unfriendly. How can this old woman start asking me about my sexual life, it’s none of her business?
“ You will be surprised the things I know about your so called private life” Mrs. Pepple Snr replied. I looked at her for a split second, what did she mean by that? Was Dimabo telling our bedroom secrets to his mom?
“Excuse me, what do you mean by the things you know?”
“ I know a lot of stuff my dear, if I told you ,you would be very surprised.” She responded confidently. I was fuming inside.
“So what did he tell you, that our sex is good , that I ……” and I got cut short by Mrs. Pepple
“Don’t try to tell me stuff that I already know, its not a very good idea.” She told me grinning wickedly. I couldn’t take it anymore. I walked out of the kitchen and as I walked away I heard her burst into laughter.
Thomas was sitting in the family room reading the newspaper. I I walked up to him.
“Hey” he said as he took his head up from the paper.
“We need to talk” I told him.
“What’s going on?” he said and put the newspaper down, he did not like the sound of my voice.
‘What did you tell your mother about our sex life?” I asked him. He knew I was upset.
“What do you mean by that kind of statement?” he asked me sternly.
“I mean, what did you tell her about the sex we have upstairs and everywhere else in this building?”
“Nadine, are you out of your mind, what kind of outrageous statement is that?”
“ I am not out of my mind, your mom just told me that you told her about our sex life and I don’t think that is very necessary and that’s our private life.”
“Nadine, what kind of ridiculous talk is this, why would I tell my mom about our sex life and why are you talking to me like that?” Dimabo was getting very upset, I never talk to him like that, we argue like civilized people but at the rate at which I am going I believe that this shouting match is not going to stop anytime soon.
“Thomas, I should be asking you that question?”
“I told her nothing”
“How would you feel if I called your best friend and told him about our sex life?”
“I told you I never told her anything”
“So you are telling me right now that she is lying?”
“Most definitely, where is she?” he asked me standing up.
“In the kitchen” I responded and just then his mother came out smiling.
“Mom, what is the meaning of what you said?” Thomas asked his mom, he had become very angry and the look on his face made his mom burst into laughter. Thomas stared at her wondering what in the world was so funny about his question that warranted her laughter.
“Your wife is too gullible for my liking” she remarked still laughing and I glared at her. What did she mean by that statement? All of a sudden I looked stupid, she was probably joking and I took it too seriously.
“What is this about mom?” he asked.
“I told her that I know your bedroom secrets” his mom told him winking mischievously at him and smiling.
“She said you told her our bedroom secrets” I told him.
Thomas looked at both of us in disgust and went upstairs.
For a week, Thomas did not speak to me. All because of his mom. That was the worst thanksgiving week ever.
Monday, September 14, 2009
ROSEOFSHARON & PHILLIP
Finally a thought comes into my head and I stand up to go and over to his table.
“Hi” I begin and he looks at me. I don’t know what is running through his mind but his facial expression does not really change much.
“Hi, my name is Rose of Sharon, I am supposed to meet someone here called Daniel” I tell him.
“Are you Daniel?” I ask him.
The man looks at me, he has a clean cut face. I am loving this. I take a closer look at his Blackberry. It is a Blackberry Curve, the Javelin the newest one. This is amazing.
“My name is not Daniel, I am afraid I am not the one you are looking for.” He replied politely.
“Oh I am really sorry to bother you, my company sent me here to meet with this person and I don’t know who the person is unfortunately, I have been waiting for an hour and if Daniel is not here within the next ten minutes, I would take my leave.” I tell him.
“It’s alright, and what did you say your name was again?” he asked me, I almost blushed, everyone who hears my name of the first time always asks me to repeat it again. Since elementary school, I have been teased to have the longest name which has three words, like saying Lily of the Valley or President of America or United States of America.
“Rose of Sharon” I replied.
“That’s your name like for real” he asked me. I smile, he grins, my heart has just skipped three beats and I wonder why I am not on the floor yet, he has a great smile. He is a very handsome man, I must say.
“Yes, Rose of Sharon Jones” I reply.
“Very unique name, very nice” he tells me.
“And what is your name?” I ask him. After carrying a friendly conversation for a minute I think I have a right to know his name since he knows mine already.
“Daniel Williams” he replied.
“Your name is Daniel?” I asked. I was about to pass out, are you kidding me, so I just freaking made up a crappy story and now his name is Daniel. All of a sudden I am hoping and praying that my cousin Danielle doesn’t walk into the restaurant because she is going to come over here and holla and ruin my little plot with her big mouth.
“No, I was just messing with you.” He laughed realizing the look on my face. “ My name is Phillip Bordeaux” he told me.
I shake my head, a French last name, I like his first name, Phillip.
“Nice to meet you Phillip,” I tell him.
“You are welcome” he replies. I move away from his table and I change my spot to the far end of the restaurant. My phone begins to vibrate again and I sure with no doubt that Danielle is the one sending me this message.
“Cousin, I am so sorry, I should be there in 5 mins, I had to pick up something from the store real quick”
Good. Knowing his name will help my plan fall into place. Phillip Bordeaux, Rose of Sharon Jones has got her eye on you and this won’t be the last time you will see me. I turned to look at him and I see a lady in a black skirt suit walk up to his table, he stands up and pulls the chair out for her to sit in. I can’t believe my eyes. Is that his girlfriend, co worker, lover or wife? He had no ring on. Anyway, I have a battle to fight and that sister over there is not going to win this one.
“Hi” I begin and he looks at me. I don’t know what is running through his mind but his facial expression does not really change much.
“Hi, my name is Rose of Sharon, I am supposed to meet someone here called Daniel” I tell him.
“Are you Daniel?” I ask him.
The man looks at me, he has a clean cut face. I am loving this. I take a closer look at his Blackberry. It is a Blackberry Curve, the Javelin the newest one. This is amazing.
“My name is not Daniel, I am afraid I am not the one you are looking for.” He replied politely.
“Oh I am really sorry to bother you, my company sent me here to meet with this person and I don’t know who the person is unfortunately, I have been waiting for an hour and if Daniel is not here within the next ten minutes, I would take my leave.” I tell him.
“It’s alright, and what did you say your name was again?” he asked me, I almost blushed, everyone who hears my name of the first time always asks me to repeat it again. Since elementary school, I have been teased to have the longest name which has three words, like saying Lily of the Valley or President of America or United States of America.
“Rose of Sharon” I replied.
“That’s your name like for real” he asked me. I smile, he grins, my heart has just skipped three beats and I wonder why I am not on the floor yet, he has a great smile. He is a very handsome man, I must say.
“Yes, Rose of Sharon Jones” I reply.
“Very unique name, very nice” he tells me.
“And what is your name?” I ask him. After carrying a friendly conversation for a minute I think I have a right to know his name since he knows mine already.
“Daniel Williams” he replied.
“Your name is Daniel?” I asked. I was about to pass out, are you kidding me, so I just freaking made up a crappy story and now his name is Daniel. All of a sudden I am hoping and praying that my cousin Danielle doesn’t walk into the restaurant because she is going to come over here and holla and ruin my little plot with her big mouth.
“No, I was just messing with you.” He laughed realizing the look on my face. “ My name is Phillip Bordeaux” he told me.
I shake my head, a French last name, I like his first name, Phillip.
“Nice to meet you Phillip,” I tell him.
“You are welcome” he replies. I move away from his table and I change my spot to the far end of the restaurant. My phone begins to vibrate again and I sure with no doubt that Danielle is the one sending me this message.
“Cousin, I am so sorry, I should be there in 5 mins, I had to pick up something from the store real quick”
Good. Knowing his name will help my plan fall into place. Phillip Bordeaux, Rose of Sharon Jones has got her eye on you and this won’t be the last time you will see me. I turned to look at him and I see a lady in a black skirt suit walk up to his table, he stands up and pulls the chair out for her to sit in. I can’t believe my eyes. Is that his girlfriend, co worker, lover or wife? He had no ring on. Anyway, I have a battle to fight and that sister over there is not going to win this one.
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