I hear the spray of the shower and the smell of a clean man wafts through the house. It is one of my favorite smells. I hear the footsteps leave the shower, and then buckles and zippers as my roomate gets dressed. I hear him stuff a backpack and jiggle the lock as he steps out. It is 10:30 pm on a Monday. I am curious, wondering if he forgot something in his car parked outside. A few minutes pass without his return. I wonder if he’s going to check on a lab experiment or pull an all-nighter sitting in a diner booth. Maybe he’s going to answer a booty call. I like that last answer best, and I return my mind to the NCIDQ flashcards on my lap.
I have 5 days to go before I can resume my social life, regain free time, and chill out. I stare at my flash cards. Public distance: 12 feet and beyond. People watching distance. I love people wathcing. I wanderlust about the well-kept men in my office building. Social distance: 4 to 12 feet. Close enough to exchange smiles and hellos. Close enough to walk by pretending not to notice how handsome he is. Close enough to know he’s watching you walk away. Personal distance: 4 feet to 18 inches. Sitting next to a handsome accquaintance over lunch, exchanging laughs and smiles. Close enough to smell his cologne. Intimate distance: 6 to 18 inches. Close enough to feel his body heat in a crowded elevator. Close enough to feel his whisper in your ear.
Intimate distance. Sigh. I can’t wait till I can focus on social/personal/intimate distance. My roomate is still gone. I find myself jealous, wishing I could also have some romance in my life. I drag through the last few flashcards. I am distracted by the handsome stangers I’ve put on hold while studying for this exam.
I think of one of my favorite prospects, and wish we could meet up for drinks. He makes me laugh and smile till it hurts my cheeks. I want him to be the real deal. But he reminds me of my last boyfriend, who was also a workaholic. I try not to get attached to the idea of someone who in the past has admitted that he enjoys the single life. I am hoping his mind has changed. I am not hoping to change his mind myself. That’s too much work and risk and heartbreak. I hope he’ll come to his own senses. I think we’d be really compattible, mentally and personality. We have alot of common interests and goals and perspectives. He would get along great with my friends and family. I love a man with a big, genuine smile.
I hear my roomate re-enter the house. He went to buy beer. Typical. He laughs when I explain the booty call theory.