Yup, she did it again….

She walked out of the building feeling completely annoyed and frustrated. She had had a bad day. But bad days seemed to happen endlessly in recent times.

“Something’s gotta give,” she thought to herself as she walked to the bus stop. “Something HAS GOT TO BLOODY GIVE!”.

She turned up the volume on her pink iPod. Guns ‘n’ Roses blasted into her ears. She hoped that visions of that paradise city would blot him from her mind.

Two months ago they kissed for the first time. It blew her mind away. Not because it was particularly good but because it actually happened. No motives. No prior counts of flirting. No nothing. Just empty beer cans and bare feet.

“Goddamn red dress. Truly the devils’ color,” she mumbled under her breath. But she couldn’t stop a little smile from passing over her lips.

Her thoughts were flying fast and free. Like Adler’s sticks over those drums.

She thought about his clumsy hands all over her body. Trying to reach for something he did not quite know how to get to anymore. She thought about her own thoughts at that moment. And the screaming sirens in her head. And how she hadn’t the willpower to make him stop. And now that she thought about it, she hadn’t really wanted him to.

She hadn’t dared sleep with him that night. She crept out silently long after the sun rose.

And woke up the next morning with a banging hangover and butterflies in her tummy.

Typical.

True to herself, she mooned about him for a couple of weeks after that night. Listened to silly songs from Shania Twain and soppy movie soundtracks. Even got a copy of Stealing Home off Amazon and watched it on a lonely week night.

And then one day, the bubble popped. The hunter instinct in her knew she caught her prey the day she caught him sneaking a look at her in her Sienna outfit. She knew she looked hot that day and obviously, he did too.

That did it for her she firmly turned the page.

It was time to move on to other cute furry animals out there.

Or so she thought. She should have known better. “Oops I did it again” was stuck on repeat on the CD player that is her life.

So two months later, she found herself wrapped in his arms, in his bed, kissing him softly in post coital tenderness.

She had decided to throw caution to the wind. Besides, she hadn’t quite known how to turn him down either. Another typical character trait she wasn’t proud of.

They had slept with each other on two consecutive nights. Both times were sweet, tender and affectionate.

He didn’t quite have the body of a Harlequin romance hero, nor the finesse of Daniele the helicopter pilot from Rome, but he was gentle and sincere. In fact she found him almost innocent in his guilt. And he kissed really nicely.

“Grrrrr”, she muttered as she shook her head as if to clear her thoughts. “Grrrr grrr grrr…aaarrgh!!!!”.

She turned up the volume to full blast on her iPod in another attempt to blow him out of her head.

“I wonder where this road will end”, she thought to herself as she ran with open arms to kiss her daughter hello.