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Nuovo appuntamento

Hairdresser Florence

It was about 9:30 in the morning. I was awake for almost three hours. I think, "Now I call the store and take a new appointment" . I was hoping with all my heart that he answered the phone. I look forward: "No hell can not call so early, what do think of me?" . I do not care, I pick up the phone and dial the number ... drin ... drin ... drin ...

- Ready hairdresser hello " (not him)

- " Hello hello I would like to make an appointment for a turn with A. if possible "

- " Yes to what? "

- "Not today!"

In four quatr'otto book. I put the phone down and I feel thrilled. The heartbeat is accelerated and veins pulsate me. I wish the clock could run faster, up to the time when I see him. I leave from work and I rush like a girl is insecure, the first store of clothing. Buy a T-shirt green, I need to feel him something new. Guido and adrenaline happy with the music blaring. Parking, I change the jersey, control the trick, do a pass of lip gloss and I'm ready.

Just went into the room, I see it and dazzles me with his usual smile. I am meeting with a firm step of those who know, to play at home and I jokingly asked if this time can help me with my jacket. I let him do and I smile too. He treats me like a queen, as if it were just me in there. It 'friendly, confident and caring. I would cadergli the ground like a cooked pear, but I try to make a minimum sustained. We laugh and joke as always. In speeches that we do turns out to have two children. He did not bat an eyelid. Who knows why, but I still tenerglielo hidden for a while. I have the feeling that if is a bit "Waving". In the sense that it is pulling the crease a little too long. Goes round and round the lock between the brush strokes my head to move the hair. This attitude can not only make us more secure in my (future) actions.

is now coming to the fold, there are only a few coats of hair dryer, when a colleague (viper) approaches with a mischievous smile, saying

- "A. Please could you think the guy that I I can not use the machine and you end up here with me? "

- "I'll be right, tell him to bee a while, I end up here!"

I feel light as air. We look for a fraction of a second straight in the eye and for the first time we are embarrassed. I take my courage in both hands and invented the first excuse that comes to mind:

- "Listen, you have to absolutely make me a favor. Since your employer does nothing but send me text messages with special offers, discounts and promotional benefits , you could not delete my mobile number from your computer, so finally stops bother at all times? "

This is more or less what I jumped out of his mouth. It makes me get up from his chair, not before me moved my hair a few more seconds and vualà! At the checkout stage sits at the computer and laying hands on the keyboard the number of phone calls for me and I think: "But noo, the miseriaccia and now how do I leave the note that says the mobile phone number if I tell him now? ". raving that I remember very few words, then with an apology at the time seemed the most plausible of the world I say:

- "Listen, you better restores my number because I'm not really sure remember it by heart. "

I pull out the yellow post-it folded into 4 parts and hand it to him, smiling

- "You know, I do not remember ever this phone number."

They feel my nails trying to scrambling, but he gentilman be true, pretends not to notice and put the note in his pocket. I'm burning up, at that moment I started to feel all eyes focused on the store. I, too, behave as if nothing had happened. He gets up, helps me put on my jacket and we say goodbye with a sweet smile.

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Thoughts output

My head was smoking. I was trying to think of a nice way and not at all trivial, to leave my cell phone number to him. I could not tell him "Please, call me when you get down" and even let go in front of all her colleagues, those eyes are as lynx and languages \u200b\u200bsuch as vipers. I did not want to make the first move, I'm the one who wants to be courted. I jumped to mind the primitive man and I thought you had to eat while hunting food is not it?

So I wrote my phone number on a post-it note and stuck on the stock exchange, the opportunities they always when you least expect them. Although I had intended to help the fate and from there a few days I happened to shop for a new twist. In the lead just a fixed idea about how to not reveal obvious, flat, conventional. Consider: "Someone like him, who knows how many girls have already had?". and younger than me, I add now. I'm still overweight the last pregnancy, breast met better days and my tone is just a sweet memory.

Someone like him, he looked like a wild, sweeping to a still wet from splashing on the rocks warm sea in August. In a passionately kissing with the tongue and you take his face in his hands, that's just one of a pair of jeans and a shirt for be sexy. Clean face, bright smile, sculpted body dry and ... Sorry I digress.

However, the idea came to me, and also very pretty ... but that's another story.