What Comes After Bronze? – Part Uno: Finding Love in the Big City XXVI

The starter pistol explodes…

And she’s off ladies and gentleman – that girl is burning that midnight oil: getting to know him, liking him and is ready to give that subtle yet gentle reminder that my pants are already down and I’m waiting for you to notice. . . (circa episode XII) look.

Here’s the big BUT: Why am I playing for fourth place?

I’m not saying that there is anything wrong with fourth, it’s a nice lovely number — edgy and full of wonder, but it definitely ain’t 1st with the gold metal attached or even third with a pretty bronze glint — it’s fourth. . . probably rewarded with Aluminum foil tinsel, malleable but blows in the wind.

So here’s the scoop on fourth —

So hard at work, as always, and one of the boys, ‘ol boy SUN-shine, calls me over to the coat room for a secret chat. All types of random thoughts enter my mind: Who broke it? Who stole it?

Why ya’ll telling me? I don’t provide alibis!

But like a puppy, I go and find out. So SUN-shine tells me in a Russian accent (no you can’t make this stuff up folks)…

SUN-shine: You are being watched (and then begins to giggle).

Now if that ain’t ’bout the craziest thing I heard all day. So with that as my introduction, I have no choice but to continue this. So SUN-shine tells me about a friend of his who came to visit him at work, saw me and asked him to make the introductions. Was I flattered? Immensely. But I was more wigged out. I mean, I see thousands of people everyday on my way to and from work, so who the hell knows what loony-bin had made eyes in my direction and has decided to claim me as his long lost WO-MAN.

Me: Okay sweetie, spill it – what you got cooking up?
SUN-shine: Nothing – just give him a call, he wants to talk to you. Give him a chance; I’ll vouch for him.

So the only reason I decided NOT to call was ’cause I thought that was the craziest thing I’d ever heard; on the other hand I didn’t throw away the number ’cause if this guy is willing to vouch for his friend that hard, then he can’t be all that bad.

A couple weeks go by and I think no more about it, until…

SUN-shine: Why you not call he?

Aww shit, he’s gone Caribbean on me — damn. Growing up with them, you realize there are two forms of speak — I’m at the house, so the country-ness and fly out or I’m in front of company, so I have to make sure I show my best foot – so when SUN-Shine caught me with the grassy carib lilt, I felt bad and had to tell the truth:

Me: On the real,  I haven’t gotten around to it. Don’t know what to say –
SUN-shine: It’s alright gal… I give him your number, alright?

Damn! Now I’m stuck. I promised that I would give him a shot, so why not.

Me: Sure.  What could it hurt?

And the race begins.

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