What Do I Say?: A Love Story (Part Three)

What do I say?  The small bridesmaid wondered nervously, as she held the cell phone to her ear.  Her trepidation grew with each ring.  When someone finally answered, she hesitated for a few moments before pouring out her feelings to the person on the other end.  It was a relief to finally say the words out loud.

What do I say?  The bridesmaid wondered, when her friend, the bride, proposed a plan.  A game night at the home of the new married couple.  Only a few people in the wedding party would be invited.  And, of course, the tallest groomsman would attend, since the bride would coordinate the party around his schedule.  The bridesmaid couldn’t think of a better opportunity for another casual encounter.  She reluctantly agreed to the bride’s suggestion.

What do I say?  The bridesmaid wondered, as she watched the newlyweds greet the tallest groomsman at the door.  He looked handsome in his navy blue sweater and jeans.  The bridesmaid looked down at her red top and black pants.  She wondered what he thought of her.  Was it obvious that the evening was a setup?  They were the only single people at the party.  How could she face him?  He probably thought that the entire evening was her idea.

What do I say?  The bridesmaid wondered, as the groomsman stretched out on the floor beside her.  He was even more wonderful than she remembered.  The games gradually helped her to overcome her initial shyness.  It was a fun night that ended too quickly.  She and the groomsman left the party at the same time, but they parted ways without making plans to see each other again.

What do I say?  The bridesmaid wondered, as she stared at the computer screen.  Why was she still pursuing this?  It was obvious that the groomsman didn’t reciprocate her interest.  He could have asked her out after the game night, but he hadn’t.  So, why couldn’t she let this go?  Frustrated by her insane need to try one last time, the bridesmaid sent the note and waited for his response.

What do I say?  The bridesmaid wondered, as she rifled through her purse in the restaurant parking lot.  With growing anxiety, she clutched a piece of paper like a lifeline.  This was the most important first date of her life.  Long silences were the enemy.  Preparation was key.  The bridesmaid studied the list of conversation topics as she walked towards the restaurant.  But all of her preparation flew out of her head when she saw the tall groomsman already sitting at the table.  After five hours of effortless conversation, he asked if he could see her again.  She said yes.

What do I say?  The bridesmaid wondered ten months later at his best friend’s wedding.  As the groomsman relayed childhood memories during the best man’s speech, he choked up with emotion.  The bridesmaid’s heart caught in her throat.  “I love you,” she told him that night after the reception.  He smiled back at her and said, “I love you too.”

What do I say?  The bridesmaid wondered, after returning home from a night out with friends.  She had been traveling for work and hadn’t seen her groomsman for a few days.  He wanted to stop by and see her.  The bridesmaid was completely caught off guard when he knelt down and asked her to spend the rest of her life with him.  After overcoming her disbelief and repeating “Are you serious?” several times, the bridesmaid said yes.

What do I say?  The bridesmaid wondered, as she shifted the long train of her dress.  She didn’t want to knock over the flaming candles on the altar or say the wrong words at the wrong time.  The priest asked her if she would take the tallest groomsman, now her groom, for her husband.  She looked into the hazel eyes of her future husband and remembered that night at another wedding.  I could spend the rest of my life with you.  Her happiness nearly robbed her of speech, but the right words finally came:  “Yes.  I do.”

TO THE READER:  This is a true story.  I am the bridesmaid who married this “shy” groomsman.  I plan on spending the rest of our lives together giving my husband grief over this…..  🙂  Thank you for reading our story!  NOTE:  If you missed the beginning of this story, here it is:  He’s Not My Type:  A Love Story (Part One).

Have you ever fallen in love?  Do you have a love story that you’d like to share?  Please tell me!  I’d love to hear about it!  It’s the perfect way to end the week on a happy note.

Hell Hath No Fury Like A Goddess Scorned (Part 1?)

Eris stormed into the dressing room on Olympus.  She flung a golden card down onto the table at the center of the room.  “What in Hades is this?” she demanded.

Aphrodite glanced at it, while adjusting one perfect curl in the mirror.  She took a moment to admire her reflection before replying.  “It’s an invitation.”

“I know that,” Eris tried not to snarl, but couldn’t refrain from clenching her hands into fists.  She was in no mood for Aphrodite’s games.  “Why wasn’t I invited?”

“Zeus doesn’t want you there,” Hera stated firmly, as she fixed the folds of her gown.  Really, this wasn’t the time or place for a confrontation.  Eris had no tact.

“Why not?” Eris demanded, as the three Olympians continued to preen in front of the mirrors.

“Well, you do tend to cause problems,” Athena remarked casually.  Would it be inappropriate to bring weapons to a wedding?  She pondered the question for a moment, before sighing, setting down the silver bow, and then slipping the matching quiver of arrows from her back.

“I’m the Goddess of Discord,” Eris replied, irritated.  For someone who was known for her wisdom, Athena was acting like a moron.  “I’m supposed to cause problems.”

“Exactly,” Aphrodite nodded, before flipping her hair over her shoulder.  Her gleaming curls cascaded down her back.  “That’s why you weren’t invited,” she said sweetly, dimples forming on either side of her saccharine smile.

Eris felt like screaming, but she controlled her temper and replied evenly.  “No, I mean that it’s my JOB to cause discord.”

“Then why are you surprised?” Athena asked.  “You’re not exactly known for being fun at parties.”  Her tone was patronizing, but what else could you expect from the Goddess of Wisdom?

“I just follow Zeus’s orders,” Eris threw up her hands in disgust.  They were acting as if she didn’t know how to conduct herself at a social gathering.  It was downright insulting.

Hera’s porcelain brow furrowed.  “Don’t blame my husband for your misdeeds,” she said sternly.  “You’re a goddess.  You have free will.”  When Hera noticed the creases in her forehead, she smoothed out her expression.  The wrinkles disappeared.  “Come, my daughters, it’s time to leave.”  Hera turned to Eris.  “Please try to control yourself in our absence.  It would be nice to have one evening of peace and quiet.”

The three goddesses vanished into a cloud of iridescent mist.  The mist was completely unnecessary, but Hera loved the drama that it added to her arrivals and departures.

Eris stood alone in the dressing room.  Her cheeks flushed.  The situation was beyond humiliating.  The wedding of King Peleus to the sea nymph Thetis was going to be the social event of the year.  And once again, the Olympians had intentionally excluded her.

It wasn’t fair.  They blamed her for all of humanity’s suffering, but the other Olympians plagued human beings just as much as she did.  Aphrodite was going.  That ditzy Goddess of Love and her loser son Cupid  had caused plenty of suffering. Hadn’t they driven that witch Medea insane with love for Jason?  And hadn’t she killed off his entire family because of it?  Even that moron Ares had been invited and he was the God of War, for Zeus’s sake.  He had caused more chaos and destruction than she ever had.  So why was she the one being punished?

Eris simmered as she left Olympus.  Her sister Aigle was waiting for her back at the Garden of Hesperides.  “Well, what happened?  Was it a mistake?” she asked eagerly.  “Can you come with me?”

Eris couldn’t meet her eager eyes.  “No,” she muttered softly.  “It wasn’t a mistake.”

“What?”  Aigle’s eyes widened.  Eris had to be joking.  Every god and goddess would be at this wedding.  Even some of the demi-gods and notable humans  were going.  “Are you serious?”

“Of course I’m serious.  Why would I make this up?” Eris snapped.  Her shoulders slumped.  “I wasn’t invited, okay?”

Aigle felt helpless.  There was nothing she could do if the Olympians didn’t want Eris to attend the wedding.  She laid a tentative hand on Eris’s shoulder.  “Oh, Eris, I’m so sorry.”

Eris couldn’t take stand the look on Aigle’s face.  It was a mixture of shock and sympathy.  “Please stop looking at me like that.”

“Sorry, I can’t help it,” Aigle felt a pang of guilt.  She was still dying to go to the wedding, but Eris looked so sad.  “Do you want me to stay with you?”

There was some reluctance in Aigle’s tone, but Eris didn’t blame her for it.  It wasn’t often that Aigle had a chance to leave her job as one of the celestial guardians in the Garden of Hesperides.

“You’re too sweet,” Eris managed a small smile for her sister.  “Don’t be silly.  Of course you should go.  Just let me know what happens.”

“I will,” Aigle smiled.  She glanced at the tree behind her.  It was Hera’s prized possession because it contained the Olympians’ golden apples of immortality.  “Will you keep an eye on the garden while I’m gone?”

“Sure,” Eris sighed.  There wasn’t anything better to do that evening.  She may as well help out Aigle if she could.

“You’re the best,” Aigle beamed and hugged her sister.  “I owe you one.”

“I’ll remember you said that,” Eris grinned at her.  Aigle waved one last time and vanished, leaving Eris alone with the golden apples……

Let It Go: A Love Story (Part Two)

Let it go, the smallest bridesmaid told herself, on the morning after the wedding.  The tallest groomsman hadn’t asked for her phone number.  It wasn’t meant to be.  But as she sat up in bed, the bridesmaid couldn’t suppress a nagging thought.  Her feelings about the groomsman weren’t mistaken.  There was something between them.  She glanced at the clock beside her bed.  Maybe it wasn’t too late.

Let it go, the bridesmaid told herself, as she rushed to get ready.  Chasing him was foolish.  Didn’t she have any pride?  The groomsman should make the first move, but there was nothing wrong with casually bumping into him downstairs before he left.  The elevator’s descent to the hotel lobby took an eternity.  Heart pounding, she stepped onto the first floor and tried to appear nonchalant.  One glance around the lobby proved fruitless.  The tallest groomsman was nowhere to be seen.

Let it go, the bridesmaid told herself, as she pulled out of the parking lot.  He had left the hotel without saying goodbye to her.  She tried to shrug off the mantle of disappointment, but the drive home was long and uneventful.  There was too much time to brood over the events of the previous evening.  Her analytical mind scrutinized every glance and word that they had exchanged.  She arrived at a harsh conclusion.  It was one conversation at a wedding.  That was it.

Let it go, the bridesmaid told herself, on entering her quiet home.  The silence offered no refuge from her thoughts.  She sat down on the couch and pressed her face into her hands.  A range of inexplicable emotions threatened to overwhelm her.  She tried to squash them with common sense.  This was real life, not a movie.  No one fell in love with a stranger after one conversation.  So why did the thought of never seeing him again make her want to weep?

Let it go, the bridesmaid told herself, as the hours passed into days.  How was this infatuation different?  She had crashed and burned before.  With time, her broken heart had healed.  It would be the same again.  She would forget about that groomsman if she buried herself in work and school.  But as the days turned into weeks, she couldn’t stop wondering what life with the groomsman could have been.

Let it go, the bridesmaid told herself, as she stared at the number on her phone.  What was she thinking?  This was a very bad idea.  He was a stranger who didn’t reciprocate her feelings.  Maybe his heart belonged to someone else.  Her life was already complicated.  It wasn’t worth the risk.

Let it go, the bridesmaid thought, as her anxiety grew.  A few deep breathes did little to calm her nerves.  The cell phone felt like a brick in her hand.  She remembered his warm smile across the dance floor, those hazel eyes that changed color with what he wore, and the warmth of his shoulder when it brushed against hers in the limo.  “He has a heart of gold,” her friend had told her at the wedding.  “You two would be happy.”

I can’t let it go, the bridesmaid realized.  She hit the send button on her phone before lifting it to her ear.

TO THE READER:  If you want to find out what happens next, please check out What Do I Say?:  A Love Story (Part Three) for the conclusion.  Thank you for reading!

Have you ever had a gut feeling about someone?  Did that instinct make you say or do completely irrational things?  (Not in a scary stalker way….)  Were your instincts correct?  Please share your stories with me!