Thursday, May 14, 2015

The Parting: An Answer to Prayer


Bob wondered to himself if that is how guys do it? When he burst into the church pantry singing, he hadn’t expected to see Charlotte there. At first, he almost stopped singing but felt it would be awkward. Besides, it had been a great day and his spirits were high. Also, he believes the show must go on. Therefore, he continued singing. He even put more into it once he saw the ladies seemed to enjoy it.

He had often heard that attitude attracted women but he always felt that was just something dreamed up in Hollywood to sell movies. Maybe there is something to that line of thought. Not that he believed for a second he could walk to Charlotte’s house, knock on the door, and sweep Charlotte off her feet. Still, confidence was always something he lacked around women he had special feelings for. He felt more confident when he was singing. He realized part of it was an act since, as a performer, there are certain things you do to enhance your act. Is that all he has to do? Act a little to be more secure around Charlotte? Act confident and be confident?

Charlotte was surprised to see Bob come crashing through the door the way he did. Yet, it was fun. She always enjoyed when he sang at church but never saw him the way he was at that time. Bob was always a polite, nice person but there was always something about him that made him…what was the word she was looking for? Forgettable. His singing voice is clear and strong and he projected himself well on stage. Off stage he was so ordinary.

Bob seemed so in command of himself. He was larger than life. She found him more attractive than she previously thought. No! She told herself. Jack was on the other side of the world fighting for his country and his life. She loved Jack. Just because she missed him and missed masculine attention, she would not fall for Bob. How did he peek over the wall she put up? Was she looking back? He wasn’t even trying to get her attention, was he? Did he even know she was there when he came into the pantry? How could he know? How could he so quickly find a weakness in her armor?

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