Their Dream Girl

3 Seeing her friend

Luna  

I have been beaming all day. People at work even commented on my good mood. One person even asked me if I got some last night?

That is an odd thing to ask someone, especially if you’re not friends just work colleagues. I mean was he not listening during the s****l harassment course when they explained about bringing up s****l content that can be construed as s****l harassment.

Goodness…

 But who cares? I’m happy.

 I didn’t realize how much I missed Blu. Just the mere thought that she was back in the country made me feel giddy. I mean life has been good but I missed the excitement, the thrill she brought with her presence. I hate to admit it, because I wasn’t one for going out, but I miss the insane nights we would let loose and go wild. She is my plug – the socket to my damn bed side lamp. To say she always gets me into some s**t is an understatement. But we have so much fun, she is the reason I survived first year of Uni, with my sanity still intact, because she dragged me out of my shell and helped me blossom.

It was a pity she left, and I subsequently returned to my shell and my hateful friends.

But she is here now.

And right now I need to let loose, forget about work and the epic game night fail.

Carol still hasn’t called me. I have a feeling she is going to let us stew in our guilt for letting Mindy tear her apart until we apologize. I’m usually the first to cave, because I can’t handle being in a passive aggressive fight with someone.

Well, not this time. I’m going to forget everything but my name and paint the town a very bright colour.

I laugh at that thought, remembering Blu’s surprise call last night.

God I can’t wait to see her. Excitement rushes through me and I feel goosebumps prickle my skin.

We are meeting at our favorite coffee shop, we used to meet there and talk about the future with mounts of books at out elbows. The coffee shop was this retro Sophiatown type vibe that played jazz all day and had photos of South Africa’s music giants on the wall. The café was culming, cultured and open in way that made us not want to leave. For hours we would dream about travelling the world, falling in love and ‘making it’.  So far so good, we have achieved two out of three. I worked hard and I’m being considered for the most amazing job in my favourite university, Blu has travelled the world and found her spiritual enlightenment. All that is left is falling in love. Well, falling in love is for the brave and right now I am not feeling so brave. I’ll wait and see about that, I think as I wrap up my work. I was in the library going through my research paper. I was almost done. I need to complete my paper so the decision on my tenure can be finalized.

I stuff my laptop into my sling bag and clutched the books I was checking out to my chest as I walked to the café. It was not far. Only a few blocks off the campus ground. 

I walk into the café, smelling the baked goods, and being enveloped by the memories of our past. Jazz music drifts from the speakers above cajoling me into a state of relaxation.

Yeah, I was feeling it. I bob to the music as I find a seat. A waitress comes and takes my order after I seat down.

I’m feeling like dark coffee and a chocolate muffin. I don’t normally indulge, but my friend is back after a year of travelling I can give into something that I know will definitely go to my curves and stay no matter how hard I work in the gym.

I wasn’t fat, but my mother gave me some killer curves, cinched by a slim waist that is topped by nice 34D breasts that are round and perky. I laugh, feeling giddy. I don’t normally view myself in such a positive way – that I am sexy and feminine. I value my brain more. I guess Blu’s return is rubbing off on me.

“A penny for your thoughts, babe?” Blu whispers close to my ear making me jump out of my skin. I turn around and scream in excitement after I calm down.

Oh damn…She is here in the flesh.

 We hug for a long time, that familiar rush of love coming over me.

“Oh my god, look at you. You look amazing. All grown up and sexy,” Blu says looking at me up and down. I don’t reply. I am in awe of her. She looks like she walked out of a desert-goddess inspired fashion shoot. Her skin is glowing, sun kissed, her hair is long and luxurious. She is at ease with herself, comfortable but aware of the effect she has on people. But it’s her eyes that hold the mystery, she looks worldly. Like her spiritual journey had done more than enlighten her mind and spirit. The body was definitely revamped.

     “Thank you, Blu. But look at you too, you look incredible.” I hug her again. I missed her too much. “It’s been too long, sit let’s have some coffee and talk.”

 We sit looks of stupid glee plastered on our faces.

“How is life, work, relationships and s*x?” Blu asks me. She places her elbows on the table, leaning close mischief in her eyes. “Tell me about the s*x, in fact that’s all I want to know about. Work is great, but a relationship and s*x are more fun. So tell me all about your love life, the s*x and the in between. Leave nothing out.”

 The expectant look on her face breaks my heart. She has so much faith in me that I can hook any man I want, but of course I keep disappointing her and myself. I look down at the table, feeling my chest heat with embarrassment. I know I can lie to her. Spin some tale about my fake relationship with Richard. But she knows me too well. She will know that I am lying.

God, I am hopeless.

Why am I so hopeless when it comes to matters of the heart?