All
week, Amira had postponed making contact.
Not
today; it’s Christmas Eve.
Wouldn’t want to interrupt his Christmas dinner.
Can’t now,
it’s Boxing Day.
When
she pictured Keith’s large hazel eyes contoured with thick, long lashes, and
imagined standing on tip-toes to kiss him, she was more determined than
ever. His caring gaze could melt the
icicles from the eaves. She imagined
those eyes staring back at her from the computer screen. The time was nigh. Now, where to begin?
Hello
Keith.
No,
too formal.
Hey Keith.
No,
too casual.
Hi Keith.
Yes,
that was perfect! Pulling her curly hair
into a ponytail, she stared at the body of her email. Okay, so she had the first two words. What next?
Hi
Keith,
My
name is Amira.
We met last week at the first aid training session. I was just wondering if maybe you might
remember me?
Man,
this attempt at flirtation was “like, so totally boring,” as her little sister
would say. Amira
scrapped it all and started over.
Hi
Keith,
Amira here,
from the first aid course. I’m
sure you must remember me, because I can’t stop thinking about you.
Well,
how was that for ridiculous? There was
no way good, quiet, respectable Amira could send
anything so silly. It wasn’t her.
Although,
come to think of it, good, quiet, respectable Amira
never had much fun, did she? And why not? Because she was too afraid of looking foolish? Of being turned down? What kind of a reason was that to always play
it safe?
Everybody
needed a little bit of fun in life, and after years of self-denial, Amira was desperately craving amusement. Why not, just this once, tell
someone what she was really thinking? If
Keith thought she was a total moron, that was
fine. She would probably never see him
again anyway. But if Keith had the same
thing in mind, Amira’s life might just become a lot
more exciting…