When I woke up this morning, the realization hit me. I smiled in anticipation. Today was the day. It had seemed like it would never come. I contemplated what to wear and finally settled on a simple red cable knit sweater and my favorite jeans. After all, this was going to be casual and I hoped I’d be lying down not long after we met anyway.
The work day dragged by. Business was slow today and there were many moments that I would catch myself daydreaming about the evening. Five o’clock could not come soon enough. I watched the hands of the clock creep round and round as I thought of him. I wondered if my husband knew. I worried that he might question the fact that I didn’t come straight home from work but I wasn’t changing my mind. I was going and nothing could stop me.
It took me about a half hour to get there and I arrived in the room before he did. I sat waiting, nervously tapping my toe, anxious for him to arrive. I checked my hair in the mirror and brushed my hair out of my eyes. Just then, the door knob turned and finally, FINALLY the moment I had been longing for all day had arrived. He smiled as he said my name and took my hand, closing the door behind him. I couldn’t help smiling back and wondered if he knew how often I had thought of him throughout the day.
“You know,” he said, “when I ran into you at the bar a few weeks back, I was really surprised to see you there.”
“You were,” I asked? “Why”
“Because I had always thought of you as being somewhat… well… saintly.” He said this while tossing a crooked grin my way. “It was good to see you out having fun.”
“SAINTLY” I asked with mock indignation? “Really!”
“But now I know that’s not completely accurate. And that’s a GOOD thing,” he added teasingly.
I smiled. I always had enjoyed his sense of humor.
Not wanting to appear overly anxious, but feeling like I couldn’t bear to wait much longer, I asked him, “Can we get started? I really need this today.”
“Sure,” he said. “Go ahead and lie down.” And with that he began to work his magic. He has the most wonderful hands in the world and knows exactly how to make me feel good. As I lay there relishing every move he made, I knew I wouldn’t regret this meeting. I had only one small complaint and that was that it was over much too soon.
I stood up and faced away from him. He massaged my shoulders and I wished I could stay longer, but it was time for me to go.
“See you again in three weeks,” he asked?
“Yes,” I replied. “Three weeks. I’ll be here.”
“Good,” he smiled. “Because it’s been five weeks since the last time. And I’d really like to see you more often than that.”
“Hey, I wanted to be here,” I said. “Remember? But YOU couldn’t get here because of the holidays. But I promise. Definitely only three weeks this time.”
“Alright,” he smiled, “I’m glad to hear that because it’s important to take your chiropractic care seriously.”
Saintly! Seriously! Well… he might have a point, but I’d say I’m more “angelic” than “saintly.” (Remember? Charlies Angels…)
What’s this? That’s not my husband!
See? I’m not so saintly!