IDENTITY’S DAMSEL IN DISTRESS After disappearing for some time I heard a knock on the door, “Ronzie, whats taking you so long? Come on! I’m starving!” It was Moe. I thanked God that Joey left, grabbed my bag and came out of the room after a long wait, only to find Moe and Joey right outside! He didn’t leave! Why didn’t he leave?! I was not expecting this at all! “Oh! Hi!” I babbled. “Ronzie, this is Joey, he’s my best friend” said Moe insisting that we go out together for lunch so they can catch up, and we can get better acquainted. I knew trouble was ahead but I convinced myself that it’s nothing I can’t handle.
THE DIARY OF A DAMSEL IN DISTRESS
Episode 8
MY NAME IS RONZIE. I’M AN ORDINARY EGYPTIAN GIRL IN MY TWENTIES, BUT MY LIFE IS FAR FROM ORDINARY. I’M JUST TRYING TO BE HAPPY, BUT ALL I EVER DO IS GET INTO MORE AND MORE TROUBLE. ALL I EVER WANTED WAS TO LIVE A HAPPY NORMAL LIFE, WORK A DECENT JOB, AND MEET MY KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOR, AND WHAT I GOT WAS A REAL LIFE DRAMA MOVIE. MY LIFE IS A SERIES OF ADVENTURES THAT I WILL SHARE WITH YOU...
“Anticipating Danger”
I ended up modeling for one of Moe’s shoots one day. Moe and I clicked and started fliritng for a moment, way off our friendship course. I was sure Moe was flirting back, making excuses to touch me, he looked at me differently. But then my mind put me off when I thought maybe he was just trying to make me feel comfortable in the shoot, thats when my ego broke a bit. The shoot was successful, everyone loved it. I was excited about it, yet very intimidated, what if the clients didn’t like it because of me? After all I never worked as a model before. As we wrapped up the shoot I could see a very handsome guy walk in. He’s that perfect tall dark and handsome kind of guy, but with blue eyes! I melted instantly; if there is one thing i can’t ever resist and would die for with no hesitation it has to be a man with blue eyes. I could almost swear that I literally gulped the moment i saw him, butterflies in my stomach and weakened knees, I knew no good would come from knowing him. I was probably staring too much his way that Moe turned around to see what I’m looking at. “Joey!” Moe screamed out with excitement and welcoming. He knows him! He can’t know him! If he knows him I’ll have to know him, and I can’t know him! I don’t want to know him! I decided to rush into the room to change my clothes and hide out until they’ve said their hellos, goodbyes, and everything in between.
Joey and Moe were so much alike. Watching them catch up, reminiscing the old days, and occasionally teasing each other with embarrassing stories was very entertaining. I could tell they were very good friends, like brothers. Joey basically was a playboy businessman version of Moe. I could tell that Joey wasn’t easy, he knew how to play girls; during the first 5 minutes in the resturant he complimented my nail polish and asked to see it, he held my hand pretending to give a damn about the nail polish! He kept holding onto it as he asked me about useless details: where did I have my nails done, do I put nail polish at home, what are my favorite colors, and then he took one more deep look at them before he finally let them go. I was trying my best not to show that I was starting to quiver. But he knew how he made me feel, he intended me to feel that way, looking deep in my eyes, holding gaze, pretending to be so interested in what I have to say about my nail polish. I reminded myself that Moe was with us, I gazed at him wondering if he noticed what just happened, or if he was able to read my intense feelings at that instant, but he seemed distracted enough. It’s a little strange how attractive Moe is, and yet he never uses his charms with the girls, atleast I never witnessed it. I remembered the moment we had earlier in the day, wondering if he was really flirting with me or just doing his job really well. Recalling that moment I felt a little guilty. As we enjoyed our meal I learned that Joey was in fact Moe’s best friend since kindergarten up to college, but he traveled for some graduate studies and just returned. They hadn’t seen each other for over a year. But their friendship was so tight nothing could break them up, not even a year abroad. As Moe drove me home his mind seemed to be somewhere else. “Tired?” I asked. “Yea, it was a very long day”. I agreed, it was a really long day. I started picturing what I will do when I go home, have a shower, change, wondering if I should watch some TV or go directly to bed. My thoughts were interrupted with Moe’s hand reaching out to my thigh, he just placed it there comfortably as he said with a smile “You did a really good job today, you’re a natural” I smiled and thanked him, but his hands just stayed where they are, as though they were resting on my thigh after a long day, they just stayed there till we reached my house, then he casually farewell me and drove off as I entered my house. I was confused, I had no clue what just happened, was that a friendly pep talk or was he actually making a move?
DISCLAIMER: ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS PAGE ARE FICTITIOUS CHARACTERS, BASED ON IMAGINED “WHAT IF...” SCENARIOS, BUT CAN OCCASIONALLY BE INSPIRED FROM REAL LIFE STORIES SEEN OR HEARD.
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