He turned the situation over in his mind throughout the week. This one could be the key to his salvation. The longer he went on with what he was doing the more likelihood it would all come crashing down around him. On the other hand she unnerved him in a way he hadn’t encountered since he had begun.
In the end he came to the conclusion that it was only fear that was keeping him from wanting to move forward, and wasn’t that what had made him what he was? At last he made up his mind. He would woo her, and he would win her, and maybe, just maybe there would be salvation in it.
By the time he left work on Friday he was feeling more relaxed. The way forward was clear; he would put his all into it. He thought it all through on his way home. The key to overcoming his anxiety was to have a plan and stick to it.
He selected his clothes with care and imagined how things would go while he shined his shoes. This was the second date, so he needed to set the mould and pave the way for what was to come in the following weeks and months. Everything had to be perfect, this time more than ever.
He arrived at her house and took a deep breath to center himself before he rang the bell. At last he was ready. When she answered the door he was stunned by how beautiful she looked.
“Melody, you’re so beautiful!”
“Why thank you kind sir.”
She seemed nonplussed by his outburst, much to his relief.
“I’ll just get my coat and we can be on our way.”
Dinner went well, he was in his element and charmed her with his easy manner and suave moves. They went to a movie afterward and when he escorted her to her door he swept her into his arms and kissed her, then bid her goodnight.
He walked quickly down the path but turned at the end to see what she was doing. She was still looking at him with her hand on the doorknob. It was perfect, just as he planned. He smiled at her and got into his car and drove away.
Over the following weeks things progressed just as he wanted them to. His confidence grew with each passing day and he knew it was only a matter of time before she would be well under his spell.
At the end of the third month it was clear that she was enamoured of him but she wasn’t showing any signs of saying the three words he was waiting for. Each time he spent the night with her he had been prepared, but nothing came of it.
He was beginning to grow restless but he marshalled his self-control and pressed on. He had never failed before and this time it was not an option. One night as he was about to go out for a drink with friends the phone rang and like a bolt out of the blue it happened.
“Hi Harold. What’s up?”
“Hi Melody. I was just about to go meet some friends at a pub. How’s everything with you?”
“Good. Real good actually. I was going to wait until Friday night to tell you something that’s been on my mind, but, well, I decided it can’t wait.”
“Oh? What might that be?”
He couldn’t believe this was happening. They had always said it to his face before.
“I love you Harold. There, I’ve said it. So…what do you think of that?”
“I think you just made my day and so much more Melody. I love you too.”
Tomorrow, Part 9 – The End?