Knock, knock

I’d been up half the night with a sick toddler intent on emptying her stomach, repeatedly. Needless to say, I was a bit tired by the time I got the rest of the kiddos off to school. I did a little writing and when munchkin woke up, I took her to the living room couch to watch Dora while I tidied up. I was a bit surprised when my doorbell rang. I glanced at the clock. Too early for the mailman, so… sales man? I opened the door and froze.

There on my doorstep stood a man who put the G and the O in gorgeous. Clean cut, intelligent dark eyes, romance-cover worthy features, dark suit and a briefcase that screamed expensive Italian leather. I’m pretty sure I stammered hello while I fought not to wipe my mouth in search of left over éclair chocolate, and stood there cursing my lack of make-up, my pj bottoms and huge sweatshirt. Oh, and my ex’s too-big slippers that I use when I take out the garbage. (which I’d just done)

He smiled and said. “I’m looking for *insert neighbor’s name*”in this slightly accented voice that would have sent shivers down any hot blooded woman’s spine. Melt-in-a-puddle divine. I managed to tell him that she was next door *lucky !@#@$*, smiled, said you’re welcome to his thank you and shut the door. But you see, I’m a romance writer, so it wasn’t as simple as that. In the 10 seconds it took to complete the entire interaction, I’d created half a dozen scenarios, even deciding on what kind of heroine would be best for the part. God knew he was already the perfect romance lead. Sigh.

The moral of the story? Put some make-up on and brush your hair, you never know when inspiration will knock on your door?

LOL. No. No moral, but a guilty secret, this guy will end up in a book somewhere, I’m pretty sure. You see, I have a guilty little secret, sometimes live vicariously through my heroines. Do you?

6 comments:

Cecile said...

Holy Cow.... And Lucky neighbor!! So not far on so many levels!!!! Girl, we all dream of that moment happening... and it happened to you!!! I love the, "In the 10 seconds it took to complete the entire interaction, I’d created half a dozen scenarios, even deciding on what kind of heroine would be best for the part." part!!! LOL!
Hope you have a great weekend and I hope toddler feels better!

J.A. Saare said...

My guy didn't wear a suit, but when I got a load of the new UPS man our our route, I about died.

At the time, I had baby snot in my hair and I was wearing a pair of sweatpants and my senior year T-shirt.

Yikes!

Hope the baby feels better soon.

Lynne Roberts said...

Thank you, Cecile and Jaime. Yes, she's doing better. She's back at school and I'm playing catch-up.

LOL. Why is it they never come to the door when you've decided to do your hair and makeup and you know, look nice. : )

I've been tempted to go next door and ask about the foreign vistor... you know, just out of curiousity.

(My neighbor is in her 60's, on the school board and married.)

Emma Lai said...

I think you definitely need to pay a social call on your neighbor to find out some more about this man. Don't you need a cup of sugar?

Sorry to hear about the baby. Mine is intent on eating throughout the night. I'm wondering what it feels like to sleep for eight hours. I seem to remember it once left me relaxed.

I have to share my own knock, knock story. I think I was 16 when this cute guy came knocking. I was wearing shorts and a sweatshirt and was barefoot. The guy wanted the lady of the house. (Which I was. Can we smell sales call?) Anyway, when he realized I wasn't over 18 he told me what sexy feet I had. LOL.

Lynne Roberts said...

Ohh, you have sexy feet. : ) I love it. Thanks for sharing the story.

They sleep through the night eventually. : ) With my last, because I knew she was my last, I actually enjoyed the up all night. It was our special time together and I knew it wouldn't last and I'd catch up eventually. And I will... eventually. ; )

Catherine Bybee said...

Now I'm just green with envy. What a picture you just painted, Lynne. I had better see this story played out... and soon! You deserve a little interlude of your own!