Part 1: Indecent Encounter
In the midst of the most reckless summer of my life, I found incredible love in an unexpected place. This discovery started a continuous period of incautious decisions that would lead to a brand new life in comparison to the one I was living. From child to child-bearing, there was no turning back. My time to step up had arrived, and would not be easy.
At 17, I was a few things. My parents maintained a semi-stable residence in their best attempts to contain my dramatic lifestyle. My daily ritual of crumbling frosty nugs and heading off to the job I hated had become way too comfortable. Highschool happened in my bedroom. My old twin bed was where I rested after nights of sneaking out and ogling the guy with the long hair that I was strictly forbidden to see. Little did I know that miserable job of mine would hand me the key to my entire future.
In rows of desks dotted with dusty PCs, I claimed my space. Standing in my cube I made call after call with intent to sell complete strangers random TV channels that they really didn’t need. The training at this place was laughable, but I excelled at this weird persuasion so I floated along fairly well. It was rare to see an amateur with a chance to touch my sales expertise.
Employees arrived and departed as if the building were an airport during the holidays. On a June morning, shortly before lunch a team of 15 or so recently “trained” associates were escorted to the row of cubicles adjacent to mine. I eyed the sad bunch as if asserting my dominance, appeasing my curious nature. A tall, red-haired man with light eyes and the impression of a chewing tobacco can in his pocket seemed confident as the others wore their apprehension. My competition had arrived.
Fanta and The Catalyst
My rambunctious personality leaves no room to be bashful, and in my own habitat, I made my presence known. The following days carried a light-hearted sense of rivalry between myself and this intriguing character as his close rate steadily approached mine. A mutual friend of ours, Brittany, sat between us, serving as a connection to my interests and his. Small talk and facetious comments about each other’s lack of skill had created a mild familiarity by the third day.
The clock was approaching lunch time as I wooed a customer into another unnecessary purchase. Standing in my box with my attention on my pitch I turned and locked eyes with this human who seemed like he was waiting to talk to me. Noticing my preoccupation, he mouthed the words “what time is break?” with a cautious smirk. As if triggered by his ocean-eyes, my palms became clammy and the Fanta that I was sipping slipped from my grasp and toppled over on my desk, leaving a bubbly, orange puddle that was dripping to the carpet. Muting my microphone to laugh at myself, I struggled to maintain composure through my dull script before quickly disconnecting the call. In kindness and mutual humor, I was met with handfuls of paper towels and a partner to clean with. In return, I gifted my cell phone number through a folded note thrown over the cubicle. This led to a same-room text from myself to this man that said “I don’t even know your name.” His response? “My name is Brandon.. But you can call me Mr. Sexypants.”
Minutes to Midnight
My typical rebellious nature found opportunity through the mutual friend Brandon and I shared. The two teens lived only blocks from each other at the time, one town over from mine. With not-so-careful planning I was quickly on my way to making hazy memories with the pair. After some quick decisions and a ridiculously cool parent-to-parent phone call assuring my mother that I was with Brittany, I was free for the night with my new potential love-interest. This single night turned into a string of blended sunsets and sunrises. As it turns out, we actually really connected more than a shared laugh and a shitty job. Two weeks into this erotic escapade, after two sleepless nights of sharing every thought with this human as we explored the silent streets of his town, everything changed. One single conversation led to a comment that led to a commitment of coexisting as parents. “It will get way harder before it gets any easier, but it will be worth it” he said as we confronted the reality of this decision we had made. In less than 3 weeks, this stranger had become everything to me, and we were about to embark on a journey that neither of us, alone, were prepared for. Together we were unstoppable.
Sarah is a writer and blogger who lives in Pennsylvania with her husband and three young and beautiful children. When she isn’t knee deep in toys and piles of laundry, she is busy building a successful freelance writing career. As a writer, Sarah is passionate about sharing her experience through words and highlighting life’s beautiful weirdness. You can find more from Sarah at “Breathe Deep” https://www.breathedeepblog.com/