Whenever
I think of Friday the 13th, my mind automatically goes to Halloween…not
June…I mean I guess the weather fits, though.
Fog
engulfs the New York City skyline while rain hits my jacket, purse, everything.
And you wanted to leave your rain jacket at
home, I think to myself. The humidity levels are at 93% today and I’m
starting to sweat through my jacket…but I promise that I’m not trying to give
you the weather report right now.
Charlie
and Sam keep bumping into me and I’m starting to get annoyed.
“Hey
guys, can ya walk in a straight line or what?”
They look over but ignore me. Because I’m so focused on Charlie and Sam, one
can assume that I wasn’t paying attention to my surroundings…well whoever was
assuming that would be correct.
The
next thing I know, my face is connecting with a stop-sign pole and I’m
stumbling backwards. Simultaneously, as Charlie and Sam actually realize what’s
happening, they lunge forward to try and help me.
But,
because Charlie and Sam are dogs, they weren’t much help. Instead, they run in
circles around my ankles, which ultimately brings my feet together and for the
second time in a minute, I’m tumbling downwards.
Because of my preoccupation with my
own fall and the fact that my two dogs are now running down Fifth Avenue, I
failed to realize that I had brought someone down with me. Unfortunately, I
hardly have the time to apologize right now.
I
try to push myself off the hard concrete in order to chase after my dogs but
before I can get all the way up, I feel someone grabbing at my arm. Panic
shoots through me before my brain can register that it’s simply the poor man
that I knocked over.
My
mouth starts to form “I’m sorry” but before I can get the words out, my breath
catches. Well, that’s an attractive
man. I look him up and down. I ruined his suit. I’m definitely going to have to
pay for that. I raise my eyes to the sky. Lord, help me.
“I’m
sorry. I’m so sorry,” I blubber. “I have to go get my dogs!” I start to turn so
I can get into my sprinter’s stance (Side-note: I don’t actually know what a
sprinter’s stance looks like; I danced as a child=No running involved).
I
take a step forward but before I can get anywhere, this random, handsome
stranger stops me again.
“What
are their names?” Wow. He even had a handsome voice! (Voices can be handsome,
right?).
“Uhm…”
I stammered, still unsure how this perfect specimen was even talking to me. I
need to will my brain to work. His beauty is literally stupefying. “Charlie and
Sam.”
“Okay.
I’ll go get them. Stay right here.” I stayed. If Charlie and Sam could talk,
they’d ask who was really the dog in this situation: them or me? I was
entranced. Who was this man? I watched him run down the street after my dogs.
By this point though, Charlie and Sam had gotten somewhat bored and were
waiting for me to catch up. This definitely made it easier for what’s-his-name.
What’s-his-name
ran very handsomely, too. Yes, someone can run handsomely…this man just proved
it to me…He definitely knew what a sprinter’s stance was.
But
anyway, I would be lying if I told you that he didn’t look like someone right out of a movie. He totally did.
There he was, what’s-his-name. Charlie was on the leash and Sam was tucked
under one arm as what’s-his-name made his way back to me.
Okay,
so you know how in movies when the guy walks back and it’s as if there’s a
light shining on/around him? Yeah, that happened, too. No, seriously. He was
walking past where the new Nicholas Sparks book-turned-movie was being shot…so I’m
not even lying. He actually really did have that light thing around him.
I
was smitten and I still had not a clue to his name.
