Excited Part 1

I am so excited, because I have a new admirer. I feel great. My feeling is my life. I met him last week at a conference. A great man. Large, intelligent and cultured. He has a gorgeous smile. And wonderfully large well-groomed hands. I love big hands. But the idea of a big, warm hand lying heavily on my neck, only this idea makes me soft knees.

This man wants to go out with me today. Fancy eating, he said. The whole afternoon I have brought with wellness. I washed my hair every hour, washed my hair, and spoiled myself with a hair treatment, consumed a lot of expensive Bodylotion, nails polished and varnished, the very big program.

Then I slowly began to dress. Black, halterless nylons, white topessess, the light blue dress.

And now I stand in the bedroom in front of the wardrobe. The great disaster. On the carpet lies the light blue dress. The zipper has given up the mind.

What am I going to wear now? I find nothing, but nothing at all in the closet.

Desperately, I look around my bedroom. Dozens of clothes hangers now hang around the doors. On my bed lie skirts and blouses wildly mixed. Lord, what am I doing? It must not be too exciting. And just not too buttoned. He knows me only in business costume from the conference. Since the outfit today should be a surprise. I’m close to howling. Only one hour left!

Then comes the saving idea. Anna She is my best friend, three times divorced and has experience with men – in every situation. Moreover, it is always suitably attracted. She also knows my wardrobe. I’ll call Anna.

Where the hangman is the telephone? In the Ladestation anyway not. Heavenly Lord, why is everything wrong now? I run headless through the apartment. There! A soft melody. The telephone. I hold my breath. Listen. It comes from the bedroom. From the bed. I throw down the clothes. There it is. A look at the display. Mama! Oh no. Not that yet. I can not go now.

I hold the phone in my hand and wait for the ring to stop. Finally! With flying fingers I choose Anna’s number. Please be at home! When I heard her voice, the whole story bubbled out completely unrestrained. I will not let them speak. Tell about the conference, the man, how impressed he was with me and the invitation to eat. My last sentence, “Anna, help me, what should I wear now?”, She answers with a quiet laugh. “You dumb, the red dress.” I stare at the phone, then the wardrobe. The Red dress?

The telephone falls carelessly on the bed. I go to the closet. The Red dress? That I did not come to it myself. I get it and hold it in front of my body, look at myself in the mirror. That’s it. I quickly pull the drawers. Now it must be the red lingerie. And then the dress. With flying hands, I dress. Done!

Another look in the mirror. The dress is made of heavy cherry-colored silk. The scarf collar, very high at the neck, framed the narrow but rather deep neckline. The wide, calf-length skirt also does not show too much leg. It’s just perfect.

I hurried into the bathroom. 20 minutes left! No big makeup, that’s not for me. Just darken the eyes and the cherry lipstick. And my hair? Plugging No, he already knows this from the conference. So they stay open. A drop of perfume behind each ear and into the cleavage, then back to the bedroom to the large mirror. I see a tall woman with black, shoulder-length wavy hair, dark, flashing eyes, a big mouth, and a luscious bosom in an insanity gown. My gaze will remain at my feet. There were shoes to this dress. Red high heeled pumps. And now I remember why I only wore the dress once. The shoes are an ordeal!

I look horrified at the clock. 10 minutes to go! No matter. Whoever wants to be beautiful must suffer. I crush the shoes out of their carton. You look very beautiful. Red, pointed pumps with 12 cm stiletto heel. I sit down on the bed and slip into it. Not so bad! Upright, with high head raised, I build myself up in front of the mirror. Turn to the right, turn left. Perfect!

Suddenly it rings. I’m frightened. My heart is hammering. It’s done. A last look in the mirror, take a deep breath, go.

In the corridor lie a towel and a blouse on the floor. I quickly kick both of my feet into the bedroom and close the door to the chaos. Regretfully, I think there will not be a hot night in this room today.

When I open the apartment door my dream type is there. I take a light gray suit and see only the irresistible smile. His “good evening, Victoria,” I nearly overtake, the blood rushes in my ears. The presumably last, not wildly rotating brain cell in my head sends the command: “Victoria, pull yourself together!”

I put on my most experienced smile and say, “Alexander, how beautiful. Come on in.”

His gaze slides over my body, from top to bottom and back again. The irresistible smile is broadened. This look and the smile cause a violent goose bumps.

Quickly I ask him into the living room and offer him an armchair. He sits down, looks at me smiling and says softly, “Victoria, you look beautiful.”

I am looking for a spiritual response, but my head is completely empty. My quickness left me completely. In order not to be embarrassed smiling, I remember my host duties.

“You want a coffee before we leave?” He looks at his watch, “The table is set for 21:00, Victoria, we have almost an hour, and a coffee would be really good.”

I go to the kitchen, relieved. Finally something to do. I am famous for my coffee. Hand-baked, with a pinch of cinnamon, a pinch of salt and a spoonful of cocoa. While the water is getting hot, I warm up the pot, set up two place settings with a sugar can and a cream jug of the Grandmother’s good old grandstand, and a plate of bitter chocolate on a tray. Strangely, I’m quieter with these simple handgrips. My nervousness fades noticeably. As I pour the boiling water into the filter, my hand does not tremble.

I carry the tray into the living room and see Alexander standing at the bookshelf. Amused, he looks at my smugglers, creepy romanes, and historical hams. Smiling, I let him believe that these books describe my spiritual horizon. At some point he will see my study. I turn the tray off and disappear into the kitchen. The coffee is now ready and I carry the pot into the living room. For the first time I feel the impossible pumps. They are pushing barbarically.

Alexander sits back in the chair and smiles at me. I fill the coffee and it starts a nice, informal conversation. We talk about the conference we have met, blaspheme a little about colleagues and amuse ourselves great. My coffee gets the compliments to him and I feel quite mistress of the situation.

Suddenly Alexander says in a low voice: “Victoria, you look fantastic. But there is still something missing. You’re not wearing jewelery. “I can not see the white gold earrings with the small diamonds because of my open hair, but am I supposed to get out my jewelry box and show him my scanty treasures?

He laughs quietly, pulls a box out of his pocket and hands it to me. “Victoria, you would give me a great pleasure if you were to wear this today.”

I open the box and see a large, wide stainless steel strip, filled with innumerable glittering stones. I look at him questioningly. He gets up, takes the box out of my hand again, and walks behind my chair. “You allow me?”, Then I feel his hand lift my hair and the cold steel around my neck, then he smoothes my hair smoothly and caresses my neck, I pray silently to all saints that he means mine Does not notice any brittle skin or returns it to the cold metal.

Alexander sits back in the chair and looks at me. His eyes begin to shine, the radiant smile bewitches me anew.

“Victoria, look in the mirror. You just look perfect. “

I get up and go to the bathroom. Look at me in the mirror. The ring is perfectly attached to my neck. The stones glitter in the light. Only now do I notice that in front a ring of larger stones loosely hung down. He clings to my décolleté. I am impressed and must give Alexander right. The red dress, the small stand-up collar, the pointed, deep neckline, which releases part of this glittering hoop and the trailer, it is simply perfect.

I go back to the living room. Alexander looks at me curiously.

“Alexander, it is beautiful. “I’m going to have to go now,” I say, with a smile on his face. “He’ll give me his irresistible smile.”

I take the little red handbag and we leave my apartment. In front of the house is his car. Galant Alexander opens the passenger door. I feel myself and my legs in the high-heeled pumps in the car. He closes the door and goes around the car to the driver’s door. Meanwhile, I flip down the sun visor, check my mirror briefly in the mirror, and just finished my inspection as Alexander closes his door. He sees the sunscreen and laughs at me. “Victoria, it’s all right.” I lift the bezel again and say, smiling: “I’ve only admired my new necklace.” He starts the car with a big smile.