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Relief and resolve – ch8

I had successfully procrastinated for two days any action in reference to Tessa. I had allowed work, the internet, and errands to consume my daily life. That is not to say that she had not crossed my mind. It was now Friday I had an hour left before being forced to face a weekend of free time which meant more opportunities to think about – her. I decided to make a to-do list for the weekend and I would fill it with things that would keep me occupied and distracted.  Laundry, cleaning, pay bills, go to a movie, and I stared at the paper seeing the obvious implication of the list – loneliness. Laundry meant plenty of time for thinking so I would clean – which what did that mean about me that I would prefer to clean over talking to a lady? Rather pay bills too? Heck – go to a movie – alone – gads what a dope! I crumpled the paper up and was about to throw it away when I thought about “those” people – the cleaning crew. I have a theory that they look through our stuff, not because they are wicked people – but that it provides them a sense of adventure while performing a tedious unthankful job. I got up and shredded the crumpled list.

After work I got in the car and headed home. My mind started wandering about what to do. Just go up and ask her if she wants to go to dinner? My pulse jumped and I started sweating at the thought so I turned on the radio and rolled down my window and took a deep breath. A few minutes later I was in my apartment looking through the mail. Five pieces received, four straight into the garbage can – of course the one piece was a bill. [Whatever happened to correspondence? Second thought – who would ever write me?]

That is when it hit me.

People love to receive mail – scratch that – people love to receive gifts or packages in the mail. That is how I would approach Tessa. I would get her a small box of chocolates and put a card with it letting her know I thought she was special. I would not mention a date – more of a “thinking of you”/”thank you” kind of thing. How in the world did I come up with such an idea is beyond me but I liked it – and now – now, I was resolved. I grabbed the car keys, got in the car, and headed to store. I would buy the candy & card where she worked and go through her check out lane. I was certain she would remember the purchase when she opened the package in the mail and I knew that she knew my name after a couple years of almost daily purchases. I was relieved, resolved and happy when I parked in the store’s parking lot.

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