Post by Electra Stevens on May 3, 2012 10:26:57 GMT -5
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Scene opens up with Electra, the new bombshell of NYCCW sitting cross legged on a King sized bed, reading a New York Paper. She’s wearing Blue PJ bottoms with sheep on them, a white tank top and her hair is in a messy bun.
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I’d given notice to my landlord back home in Toronto. I couldn’t live in two places when I worked mostly in New York now and on top of that….money was always an issue. I had no idea what was good here….I hated seeming like a Canadian bumpkin. I was 29 years old for Pete’s sake. I shouldn’t have relied on my Ex to do so many things in our marriage….damn him.
Being single was not like I remembered. I guess 7 years out of the dating circuit will do that. It used to be so simple…now it seemed you had to have a check list in order to get a decent guy to take you out…although Apostle was nice. He’d come, taken me for some food, we chatted…not about anything significant and then he walked me back to my hotel. I wondered what my Ex would think if he knew that I’d gone on a quazi date with him…..his loss and I hope he gets jealous.
There had been no mention of a 2nd date; but it didn't mean I wasn't open to it. Surprisingly we hadn’t even really talked about anything work related. Mostly current events and how good the Chinese food was…the nice weather. His little Sisters. Reminded me a bit of when I first started first dating my hubby and we actually liked each other. Damn him again.
I had to stop thinking about him. Although not completely gone from my life, he had no space in my personal life at all. He was the one that wanted the divorce, although, I knew it was coming. We hardly ever talked. We had separate bedrooms. The last year was almost like I had been living with a stranger. I guess retirement had gotten to him, like it had me and the resentment we both had we took out on each other. Now we’re both back in the game and I can’t help but feel my pulse speed up when I see him. Damn it!
I threw down the paper and automatically a finger went to my mouth and I was chewing away at my nail. I hadn’t bitten my nails in years and now here I was, acting like the 21 year old I’d been when I’d met him. I reached for the phone and pressed the blue button for room service.
“Yes, Mrs.Stevens?”
I took a deep breath. “Miss Stevens, thank you….”
“Sorry….Miss Stevens…”
“Yeah, can you send me up a pot of camomile tea and some blueberry pancakes?”
“Certainly. Do you want it billed to the room or will you be paying the server?”
“Bill it.”
“Great. Thank you.”
I hung up. Comfort food. It was always a way to cure what ailed you. In my case I had a fondness for Breakfast pastry. I took a glimpse at the paper again. I couldn’t afford most of the apartments advertised but I couldn’t stay in this hotel forever either. I knew this would happen, the evitable word I hated. Room-mate. I was going to have to find one and fast. And I prayed that it was going to be someone I could get along with, who could live with my affinity for Pink and Purple….and maybe…down the road could cope with a little cat…..another thing the ex said no too.
Craptastic! Get out of my head…moron!
Maybe once I got working, I wouldn’t have time to think about him anymore but god I couldn’t help but admire him all toned up again.
I took a deep breath and stood. Only a couple days until I debuted at NYCCW and my new life officially began. Maybe it wasn’t going to be so bad being back in this world. Sure beat being a house wife and maybe it would give me some creative juices for my book.
I walked to the window to look down on the busy street. Watch out NYC, Electra’s here and she’s going to Rock Your World!
Scene opens up with Electra, the new bombshell of NYCCW sitting cross legged on a King sized bed, reading a New York Paper. She’s wearing Blue PJ bottoms with sheep on them, a white tank top and her hair is in a messy bun.
*~*
I’d given notice to my landlord back home in Toronto. I couldn’t live in two places when I worked mostly in New York now and on top of that….money was always an issue. I had no idea what was good here….I hated seeming like a Canadian bumpkin. I was 29 years old for Pete’s sake. I shouldn’t have relied on my Ex to do so many things in our marriage….damn him.
Being single was not like I remembered. I guess 7 years out of the dating circuit will do that. It used to be so simple…now it seemed you had to have a check list in order to get a decent guy to take you out…although Apostle was nice. He’d come, taken me for some food, we chatted…not about anything significant and then he walked me back to my hotel. I wondered what my Ex would think if he knew that I’d gone on a quazi date with him…..his loss and I hope he gets jealous.
There had been no mention of a 2nd date; but it didn't mean I wasn't open to it. Surprisingly we hadn’t even really talked about anything work related. Mostly current events and how good the Chinese food was…the nice weather. His little Sisters. Reminded me a bit of when I first started first dating my hubby and we actually liked each other. Damn him again.
I had to stop thinking about him. Although not completely gone from my life, he had no space in my personal life at all. He was the one that wanted the divorce, although, I knew it was coming. We hardly ever talked. We had separate bedrooms. The last year was almost like I had been living with a stranger. I guess retirement had gotten to him, like it had me and the resentment we both had we took out on each other. Now we’re both back in the game and I can’t help but feel my pulse speed up when I see him. Damn it!
I threw down the paper and automatically a finger went to my mouth and I was chewing away at my nail. I hadn’t bitten my nails in years and now here I was, acting like the 21 year old I’d been when I’d met him. I reached for the phone and pressed the blue button for room service.
“Yes, Mrs.Stevens?”
I took a deep breath. “Miss Stevens, thank you….”
“Sorry….Miss Stevens…”
“Yeah, can you send me up a pot of camomile tea and some blueberry pancakes?”
“Certainly. Do you want it billed to the room or will you be paying the server?”
“Bill it.”
“Great. Thank you.”
I hung up. Comfort food. It was always a way to cure what ailed you. In my case I had a fondness for Breakfast pastry. I took a glimpse at the paper again. I couldn’t afford most of the apartments advertised but I couldn’t stay in this hotel forever either. I knew this would happen, the evitable word I hated. Room-mate. I was going to have to find one and fast. And I prayed that it was going to be someone I could get along with, who could live with my affinity for Pink and Purple….and maybe…down the road could cope with a little cat…..another thing the ex said no too.
Craptastic! Get out of my head…moron!
Maybe once I got working, I wouldn’t have time to think about him anymore but god I couldn’t help but admire him all toned up again.
I took a deep breath and stood. Only a couple days until I debuted at NYCCW and my new life officially began. Maybe it wasn’t going to be so bad being back in this world. Sure beat being a house wife and maybe it would give me some creative juices for my book.
I walked to the window to look down on the busy street. Watch out NYC, Electra’s here and she’s going to Rock Your World!
