I carried it in my pocket
posted in Journal Entries |Strange. I’m usually so open about this, but here I am sitting across from the most gorgeous man I have ever met, and instead of wearing my heart out on my sleeve, I’m carrying it in my pocket. Maybe you could say I was being safe, cautious, careful, but when have I done that before? I realize that it wasn’t everyday I meet someone as charming and wonderful, and independently wealthy as this, and perhaps that was what scared me.
He was brutally honest, in every question I asked him, or so it would appear. Occasionally his cheeks would redden as I asked him questions about past women he had seen, or been with. And yet as I wanted to allow myself to fall for him, to give my heart to him, I carried it in my pocket. This was an unusual action for me, I would always talk about meeting Mr. Right, falling in love on our first date, going home and having a wonderful night with him, but it wasn’t that way.
As we stood to leave, he gently took my hand and kissed me, twice. I smiled and blushed, something else that was strange for me. He led me to the door and proceeded to help me into my coat, wrapped his arm around my waist and lead me to his car. I felt excited and my heart began to flutter, but I carried it in my pocket. He took me home, took me to the door and kissed me deeply. He made small talk before heading back to his car. And that was it.
As I related my story, her arms fell forward and her mouth opened slightly. Her brow creased and she looked into my eyes. “How did you not fall for him?”
I smiled “I never gave him my heart. I carried it in my pocket.”