The day was warm, but I wore my leather jacket anyway. Simone and the others wanted to go that new bar out on Excelsior Street, and I had to look impressive. I might meet a new lover – well, one can hope, can’t one?
At the beginning it seemed promising. I could almost smell the scent of love in the air. Not all the guys looked liked geeks this time, and one or two were even attractive. It was hugely noisy and I could hardly hear the conversation, but then I wasn’t there for the conversation, was I?
It wasn’t long before I had a tap on my shoulder. This was it, I thought. Maybe Mr. Right at last. I closed my eyes for just a second, praying to the dating gods not to send me a loser like the last three times.
I turned around. He was the most gorgeous man I’d seen in a long time. He had a great smile, and he looked interested.
“Excuse me,” he said – and his voice was just a tad squeaky, like he was nervous. So cute. “I was wondering-”
He would ask me for my phone number. No – we would leave the bar together and go out dancing. Then, later . . .
“I was wondering, where did you get that great jacket?”
Jacket? He was asking about the jacket? Oh – right – that was his opening line!
“Um, well it was at Marzipan. That little shop downtown?” This was a small town, he was bound to know it. “On sale,” I added. Didn’t want him to think me a spendthrift.
He nodded. “It’s leather, right?”
“Yeah.” I gathered my things, and I was about to suggest we go somewhere else, when he said:
“It looks perfect.”
“It is,” I said. I picked up my keys.
“It looks like it’s comfortable. I think my girlfriend would love it. Thanks!”
“Actually,” I said, “it’s not for sale any more. I got the last one.” I savored that look of quashed disappointment in his eyes.
Day 36. Leather Jacket. This is part of my sketch-a-day project – well, I don’t sketch every day, but close!
Doing the sketch-a-day project gives me a chance to warm up for writing. Do you ever sit down at your desk or computer to write, and think, is this all there is? Is nothing coming out today? I don’t feel like writing anything. Having something to sketch sometimes helps me get started. I think, it’s okay, it’ll only take a few minutes. And it’s surprising how good I feel afterward.
Blogging is something else I do every day or so. It always feels wonderful to think: someone may read what I’ve written on my blog! I am immensely grateful to my readers – THANK YOU!
Has your daily or semi-daily practice of blogging changed your life? How?