Strawberry Cheesecake
So here I am, once again. Sitting at the same table covered in a fuschia cloth. Vase on the table full of beautiful white roses. Nicely folded napkins and comfortable chairs. I always love coming to Delia’s. No need for a menu because I always order strawberry cheesecake. It is my favorite dessert, and always makes me feel better. If only a man could be so wonderful.“Hello Regina,” I looked up discover who owned the bass voice. Speaking of no good men, it was Donald Denton. He was tall, dark and handsome. Everyone loved him excluding a select few which included myself. He had on a flattering pinstriped double-breasted suit, with perfectly polished leather shoes. He had already taken off his winter coat and placed it on the chair across from mine. He looked at himself in the reflecting window, which means he failed to see my sour expression as a result of his arrival.
“Evening Donald. So were you looking for me, or did you just happen to stop by?”
“I was looking for you. Figured you were here. You always come to Delia’s when your upset.”
“So you didn’t have enough of our conversation on the phone?”
“Oh come on you can’t be mad at me. I was just messing around. Anyways, I wanted to see you. You can’t hold that against me.”
“Yes I can, who said I wanted to see your face. I’d rather see you ass walking out that door!”
“Look, if you want me to go just say so,” he tried to say nonchantlantly. As if it didn’t matter. But of course it mattered, it always does. I didn’t really want him to go, and for a moment I felt bad about the way I acted. To be honest I don’t hate him, he just confuses the hell out of me sometimes. I never really understood how severe the differences between men and women were until tonight.
“Please leave,” I said with resolution, after painstakingly long seconds of silence.
“Fine, but remember your the one being stubborn about this, not me !” He picked up his coat and left as quickly as he had arrived. Why did he have to come and ruin my peace. I was fine, just sitting here eating my strawberry cheesecake. I honestly feel violated by his presence. Now, I”m just going to be thinking about him all night. Well, all I need to do is finish my dessert. That is the only thing that matters to me right now.