I got up and put my bag over my shoulder. It was time to return home.
Chapter 4
Day two
Yet another day, even if it started like many previous ones (dinner ritual – having woken up, to have a glass of coffee together with smoking a cigarette), but acquired a new distinctive feature. In my fleeting fantasies, an image of a guy from the beach appeared over and over again. And these fantasies were filled with madness and sex, causing a smile on my face to appear.
I was sitting on the couch, at a coffee table, in my small, but cozy, rented apartment. I was holding a glass of coffee in my hand and looking at the dark surface of the drink, tried to switch to, and recall the dream that I saw last night. I spent it on the same sofa, with the TV on and bedroom door closed.
The memory flashed as if a fragment from a movie. My “invisible friend” came to me in a dream in the form of a dog. A shaggy golden retriever (much larger than a retriever in life) was sitting opposite me in a clearing in the woods, lit by the rays of the Siberian summer sun, covered with green grass and daisies.
– Riddle me that! Who can be the object of lust for many men, and not to have any passion for any of them? – He looked up to a clear sky, and as if by the way, he wagged his tail, knocking white-yellow flowers with it.
– A lesbian? – I suggested, and spread my hands with palms open, lost guessing, in case he needs another answer.
Having swallowed his silly bait, I really solved the riddle.
– Wrong. – He shook his hairy face, and continued speaking: – I’ll give you a hint. She exposes her body in front of many at night, not bothering much, and during the day she becomes a shy virgin.
– Stripper?
– Not quite right. A stripper, who is crazy in the head.
– The crazy one of us is you. – I frowned.
– We might be both right. A crazy stripper and her off the rails friend. – He put his shaggy, heavy paw on my shoulder. – Why can’t dogs laugh? Do you know?
– They do not know how to speak either, and you do. No more of that nonsense. Where did you disappear yesterday?
– Come on, don’t be angry. You perfectly managed to make a good impression on your new acquaintance on your own. – He looked at me with round blue eyes, not feeling a drop of regret. – Well, when are you going to have a date?
With sadness, sighing softly, I shook my one free shoulder.
– I understand that you are tired and confused. But I would advise you to meet him tonight. – He smiled, exposing his white fangs, his long tongue fell out of his mouth.
– May be. – I removed his paw from my shoulder. – In any case, an order might come in the evening, and I will have to go to work.
– Send the work to hell. Give it a rest! Tell them you are ill and have a date. – My “invisible friend” – dog said with persistence.
– It turns out that the break in dates did not last long? They did not lead to anything good. And anyway, you know, I’m a little scared. This Misha is affecting me in a strange way. – I looked at my friend’s pretty face and, squinting a little, added: – You keep quiet about something interesting. Yes?
– I am not keeping quiet about anything. – He explained himself. – You’d better hug me, stroke, look how pretty and soft I am today.
Sitting on his hind legs, he arched his back and proudly raised the tip of his nose to the top. The wind blew, and its long golden hair came in waves along the body.
– Yeah, the very charm. – I moved closer to him and tightly hugged his shaggy thick neck. He nuzzled my hair. – In spite of everything, I love you very much.
– And I love you so much, that it’s unlikely for anyone to love you so. – Grumbled the dog.
Well, yes, you are a dog this time, a faithful friend, – I said with irony, patting his big shaggy head. – That’s it. Let’s finish the exchange of sentiments. – And I let him out of my arms. – If he offers to meet today, I’ll agree.
Yapping and merrily wagging his tail, the dog began to run around me, treading down the daisies. He ran around like a puppy, who was finally allowed to be on the loose in an open field. He began to tumble. He screamed, because he almost twisted his neck. In the nomination for the award under the motto – “We are all fools, but some of us are especially full,” he could claim the first place of honor.
My recollections were interrupted by a telephone signal, a short melody played, announcing the message received. Of course, “Anna the naive” hoped that it would be Misha, and in fact she was not mistaken. He offered to walk along the embankment and spend the evening in one of the bars on the coast.
21.00
Having finished all the ritual associated with applying my makeup (and I tried my best), and looking at my mirror reflection, I was unhappy with the result.The traces of fatigue accumulated after a large number of sleepless nights, reflecting in the swollen eyes, and bruises under them, could not be hidden even by expensive cosmetics.
I recalled all the men who I came to amuse for their own money. They had not only a lot of money, but also a lot of girls. Each of them told me almost the same thing, literally: “You yourself do not understand how beautiful you are.” These words that came up in my memory were able to help and inspired confidence in my attractiveness. Once again I ran the comb through my long, blond hair and threw it on the shelf in the hallway, and then I left the apartment.
But going down the stairs, “Anna the uncertain” began to feel doubts again. This time, doubts about the attire chosen and about the shoes selected to match it. Perhaps it was not worth wearing high heels sandals and a short red dress. Perhaps, I looked vulgar, because this dress almost did not cover the body, although, on the other hand, Misha might like it, and he will experience the feeling of admiration. He will pay attention to my long legs, thin waist, under the tight-fitting fabric of the dress, and my outfit will suit his taste.
So, I thought, having stopped and holding the door handle of the glass front door, it seems that I really like this Misha if I go through all these options in my thoughts. Having gathered my courage, I opened the door, lifted my head proudly and walking with a firm tread, shaking my hips to the beat of my heels headed to the meeting with the guy from the beach.
He was already waiting for me, being mine, at least for today, a tall, attractive, healthy athlete, wearing dark worn jeans and a T-shirt, emphasizing his tight torso. He was standing on the sidewalk by the road, watching what was happening around him with a restrained and impenetrable gaze. Anyone in my place would believe that his professional activity has something to do with the protection and maintenance of order.
The feeling of embarrassment and desire to search for my shortcomings, fell on “Anna the uncertain” with renewed vigor, transforming into a sense of childish shyness. All that was left to do for her cheeks was to flash red with embarrassment, here you are, the standard situation of the girl on the first date.
Having stopped