I met the woman of my dreams sitting at the bar. She shone like a raven-haired diamond in the rough. Had to be Latin blood that gave her such striking features. She was way out of my league, so I took an open table at the rear of the watering hole. “Would you look at her?” Came from the next table. “What I would do with her …”
She unfolded her long legs and sashayed over to my table. I have to admit, my eyes were with every other man’s watching her black leggings walking toward me.
I swallowed hard. “Hi,” was all I could mutter.
She put her hands on the table and leaned forward. It was all I could do to keep my eyes on her deep brown eyes. “Hi back at you.”
“Uh, well, I’d like whatever’s on draft.”
She straightened up and put her hands on her hips. Her long fingers seemed to wrap around her small hips.
“So would I. Buy a lady a beer?”
Before I could answer, the barkeep showed up with two tall drafts.
Regaining my composure, and suddenly feeling a little cocky, I answered, “Looks like I just did.”
She gracefully flowed into the chair and sat, head high and shoulders square. As much as I wanted to look around to gage the room, I kept my eye contact.
“Well, Olivia, what brings you into this bar and to my table this fine day?
A gorgeous smiled erupted across her face reveling perfect white teeth.”
“Well, aren’t you a quick wit, Matt.”
I couldn’t believe my luck, having her come to sit with me. My luck kept getting better when she came to my apartment that evening. And then stayed permanently. I have to admit, I didn’t know much about her other than she was between jobs and went out looking every day. I’d come home and sometimes she was waiting and sometimes not. But she always came home to me. Me. That’s why I surprised her with a diamond ring.
Olivia hid her excitement well, but I didn’t. It was the happiest day of my life when she agreed to marry me. She even chose the date. I thought two years to the date was long, but she said yes, so that was the important part.
She kept the ring on the kitchen windowsill during the day because it might hinder her chances in an interview. I thought it made sense.
A couple days later, I came home and she wasn’t wearing the ring and it wasn’t on the windowsill.
Olivia broke into tears and rushed to me. She wrapped her arms around me. “Oh, Matt, I was robbed today.”
“Oh my God, are you okay? Right now, let’s go to the police and file a report.”
Her arms were still around my neck and she held me tighter. “No police.”
“But we have to.”
She broke off the embrace and slowly her eyes met mine. “Matt, it wasn’t stolen, I lost it today. I was embarrassed to tell you.”
“I hugged her close. “It’s okay, you can tell me anything.”
Olivia said she’d be gone for a day or two, looking for a job in another town, but not to worry. It made sense to me at the time.
The next day, I stopped off at the pawn shop as I was having cash-flow problems. The ring cost more than I should have spent. In the middle of my transaction, I see the distinctive diamond ring I gave Olivia under the counter.
I pointed to it and the owner said, “Yeah, came in a couple days ago. Tall, well-built Latin girl. I might ask her out if she comes back to claim it.”
I chose to say nothing, but left the pawn shop. I love her, but I’m starting to have doubts about her.