A guy I barely knew through a friend's ex boyfriend had contacted me after running into each other at the supermarket the day before. I was surprised to hear from him as I was secretly hoping his friend still had my number. Jake* (names changed), was not the typical guy I would normally go for. He was fair haired, 5'8, worked in construction and was way too good looking; I felt like an 'on sale grown up Betsy Wetsy doll' standing next to an over priced ken doll.
When I answered the phone on June 2nd, I was immediately taken aback - I could hardly understand him. Jake's phone conversation was so fast I found myself crouched over with a finger in my other ear, even though I was in a perfectly quiet room - my ears were being raped by the Kathy Freeman pace and muffled clarity of his voice.
Jake and I got to know each other again on the phone and via email. When I knew him before, he was married, very happy and boasted how wonderful his wife was. They were the kind of couple you aspire to be apart of one day and also the couple you think of when your boyfriend's smelly feet are funking out the romance in your relationship.
I asked if he was ok with things post divorce and he said he has accepted there is no going back. At this point alarm bells started pounding in my already cluttered single girl head and I backed off. I told him I wanted to pace it back to friends and we didn't talk for awhile.
The week before I was due to leave to go on a trip to the country on June 21st, I came home to find a large parcel on the doorstep addressed to yours sincerely. I immediately thought it was a bomb sent from a kid in my year 9 class (Paranoid much?). As I thought it was a bomb I put it carefully on the dining room table and sat and looked at it, wishing I had x-ray vision glasses. After 2 painful minutes and a little laugh to myself (which I frequently do), I shook it a bit and soon decided it was not a bomb. I tear open the box from the side and a flood of chocolates pour out of the large box. The box contained 5 king sized freddo frogs, a jar of nutella, a tray of ferrero rocher's, a packet of dark chocolate tim tams, lindt chocolate balls and a bottle of frangelico in a gift wrapped box. Without a flinch I went to get a spoon and immediately un-screwed the nutella jar and started spooning myself small avalanches of chocolaty goodness.
After 5 minutes of standing in my dining room eating nutella by the spoonful and staring at the box of chocolate mystery - the sugar high has began to kick in and I was feeling less freaked out and pretty ecstatic about it. In my haste I did not notice there was a card. The card was written in capitals - my dad writes like this so I thought it was him, however that made no sense. It was not signed. Now I thought - oh no, creepy year 9 kid in my English class who has a crush on me has stalked me and sent me a love offering of 5000 calories.
An hour later I get a call from Jake.
Jake: "So, is there any nutella left?"
Me: "If there wasn't, would you judge me?"
Jake: "YOU ATE IT ALL?"
Me: "Well, I was traumatised, I thought it was a bomb!"
Jake: "You weren't supposed to eat it, it's your survival kit for the country trip your going on".
After a long chat and catch up with Jake, I packed the chocolate away - after I snuck a few lindt balls and I may have eaten one of those king sized freddo frogs.
The fact Jake looked me up in the phone book and posted all that chocolate down (little odd, but never mind), with a very sweet card, got my attention again. We started talking more and we planned to go to dinner as soon as I came back from my trip. My tummy was coated in chocolate and I could feel the pimples slowly developing on my chin, but I was giddy from the romantic gesture and slept a solid 4 hours that night.
When something unexpected happens, of course you didn't expect THAT to happen, however I think to expect the unexpected keeps you from predicting the same old same old - life is so boring when you think you have seen it all.
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Loyalties Of Life by Christal A is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Non-Commercial-No Derivative Works 2.5 Australia License.
Based on a work at loyaltiesoflife.blogspot.com.
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