Gavin Andrew Maher (ex_nurture92) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-01-27 18:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | #solo, 2009-07-01 |
Who: Gavin Maher
Where: Stationary store, Starbucks
When: July 1st / 2009 - Mid Afternoon
Gavin walked out of the stationary store with a bag. Not just a small one either. One of decent size. Gavin liked bags of decent size. Mostly because he felt a bit silly carrying a tiny one around when the item inside could merely have been placed in to his pocket without the fuss or the pollution to the world. However today his purchase warranted a bag, a paper one (never plastic for Gavin, and 100 percent recycled if he could) and he carried it under his arm as he made his way across the street to the town's Starbucks. Heading in, he opened the door for an older lady on her way out, and she was happy to have the help.
Gavin got himself a blended green tea (he didn't drink coffee after all, his body was a temple and all that) and sat down at one of the more comfortable, cushy seats near the window. The cool air that the air conditioner provided was welcome from the humidity of the day. You felt like you had just taken an unnaturally warm bath when you merely stepped outside. He looked around before putting his brief case down and crossing his foot over his knee, taking a few sips of his drink before pulling out of the bag, his new journal.
After removing the plastic, he tugged a pen out of his bag and sat, quietly, thinking before he opened up his book and began to write.
July 1, 2009
I suppose it's been a long time since I journaled. I used to journal when I was younger and had things to figure out in my mind. I stopped, mostly because as an adult, I thought it was a silly thing to do. Not something an adult would do. I suppose I also stopped because my life became the hospital, and the hospital was something I didn't care to document in my private thoughts. It's work, and it will continue to be so. I don't wish to put down what I see there, who I heal and what I do. I guess you could say this is the first time in a very long time, I have something specific I want to write about.
A woman, has come in to my life, Annika. I never expected one to ever happen by, especially in the manner she came about. She's beautiful, far more beautiful then I ever once thought I'd be able to even manage the attention of. I have, however. She's younger. Almost too much younger, but I suppose for a man like me, I should feel flattered at this. I tease her, a little, about me being an old man. She takes it in good stride. Or has so far. She's twenty eight, which is a mere five years younger then I am. However it's often that I think of myself as older. Then she's extremely mature as well. I haven't the slightest idea how it's all come to pass. I meet her at the record store and next thing I know I've asked her on a date.
She looked amazing that night. It wasn't just the weather that had me warm under the collar. I haven't seen a woman, in that way, in a long time. I don't wish to write about what exactly I did that night when I got home, but it was the first time in a long time I had somebody in mind while I did it. I guess that's crude, but I think I've forgotten how much of a man I can also be. I'm not just this robot that goes to work, saves children and then comes home. Annika's reminded me of that. And I am so glad she has, it was a jolt, and a welcome one.
So here I am, writing out my feelings like a thirteen year old girl. However, I actually don't think I care...
Gavin let the ink dry on the page, closed the journal, and set back in the chair, sipping at his drink. It was a good day.