Breeze_Bristol
03-18-2012, 03:52 PM
Hey everyone,
It's my first post! I hope you enjoy, and if you don't please let me know why so I can improve my writing.
-BB
It’s hard to believe that I’ve been following her for so long now. It’s been nearly two years, since I became obsessed with her every movement, her routine, her likes, her dislikes, her favorite foods... Her name is Vivianna, and she is beautiful. A matter of fact she is more than beautiful; she is perfect. Her complexion is a cross between honey and caramel. I think that’s what God was thinking about when he made her…some of the sweetest and most delicious things on earth. Man…I’m getting a toothache just thinking about her. Everything about her screams sexy. She’s fit, has her own house at the age of 25, and she’s independent. She handles everything on her own, and she handles it well. And although she’s sweet, she is no push over.
Oh! Here she comes now. It’s Tuesday night. This is when she takes her three mile run in the park. She loves the outdoors. She really pushes it too. Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t keep up with her. No way. I love her in that black spandex and that little halter tank-top thing. It looks so good on her because she has one of those hourglass figures. I’m talking about a very hard body. I would say chiseled from stone, but stone doesn’t cut it … Chiseled from diamonds! Yeah that’s it … diamonds! She’s stepping into her car, right now. It’s nothing major… just a yellow corvette. I couldn’t earn that in two lifetimes, but for someone like her, it’s nothing.
Now she’s going home to an empty house. She doesn’t have a husband...no boyfriend...no nothing. It’s probably her only flaw; she can’t hold down a relationship. She picks losers because she doesn’t understand how much she’s worth, but I know. She likes to cook too, but not on Tuesdays. I guess it’s because she gets back too late from her jog in the park, so she showers and goes to the sushi bar.
So here we are. It’s time for some shrimp and Philadelphia rolls. Those are her favorites. Vivvie is a regular here. The manager and the workers know her by name. They all like her because she is so pleasant. She’s always smiling, yet I know she frowns a lot when she’s alone… well she thinks she’s alone, but I’m watching. Right now she’s wearing tight blue jeans and a form-fitted button-down shirt. She has it buttoned down enough to show just a hint of cleavage, but not too much because she’s a lady. I love the way she can maintain that balance: being so sexy, yet so very classy.
She’s ordering from the bar. She dated the bartender for a few months. It was hot and heavy at first, but he screwed it up. He started dating some other woman, and never told her. The woman happened to be one of her employees and a good friend who accidentally blabbed about the infidelity in the lunchroom. Vivvie just happened to be around the corner and overheard. It’s not like they were married or anything, but it hurt her anyway. She decided to cut off the relationship, because she didn’t appreciate the deception; at least that’s what she told her mom on the phone.
I can hear her conversation from where I’m sitting.
“Hey Viv! How’s it going,” Richie, the bartender asks?
She gives him a half-hearted grin and says “It’s going as good as it’s gonna go. Give me my regular.”
Richie sighs. “You know I hate making mojitos.”
“Stop being lazy and just do it. Besides you make them well,” she says.
He turns his back to her and starts gathering the necessary ingredients. “I miss you,” he says as he muddles the mint and syrup together.”
“I don’t think you do. Besides, I don’t miss you, Vivvie says.
“C’mon, give me break. If that were true, why is it that you still come here, every Tuesday?”
“Because I like the sushi and I like the mojitos. But believe me; I don’t like you.”
He laughs as he hands her the mojito.
She takes a sip, and nods her head in approval. “This is good, and just so you know…I’m not going to let you change my routine. You’re not that important,” she says.
“Just so you know I really don’t want you sitting here, if you are going to be a *****,” Richie says.
She stands and takes another sip of her drink, then she says “This mojito isn’t minty enough, and throws the drink in his face.
Whoa…now I’m excited. Vivvie is so amazing. I can’t take this anymore. Maybe, I’ll go ahead and say hello. “Hey can I buy you another mojito?”
It's my first post! I hope you enjoy, and if you don't please let me know why so I can improve my writing.
-BB
It’s hard to believe that I’ve been following her for so long now. It’s been nearly two years, since I became obsessed with her every movement, her routine, her likes, her dislikes, her favorite foods... Her name is Vivianna, and she is beautiful. A matter of fact she is more than beautiful; she is perfect. Her complexion is a cross between honey and caramel. I think that’s what God was thinking about when he made her…some of the sweetest and most delicious things on earth. Man…I’m getting a toothache just thinking about her. Everything about her screams sexy. She’s fit, has her own house at the age of 25, and she’s independent. She handles everything on her own, and she handles it well. And although she’s sweet, she is no push over.
Oh! Here she comes now. It’s Tuesday night. This is when she takes her three mile run in the park. She loves the outdoors. She really pushes it too. Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t keep up with her. No way. I love her in that black spandex and that little halter tank-top thing. It looks so good on her because she has one of those hourglass figures. I’m talking about a very hard body. I would say chiseled from stone, but stone doesn’t cut it … Chiseled from diamonds! Yeah that’s it … diamonds! She’s stepping into her car, right now. It’s nothing major… just a yellow corvette. I couldn’t earn that in two lifetimes, but for someone like her, it’s nothing.
Now she’s going home to an empty house. She doesn’t have a husband...no boyfriend...no nothing. It’s probably her only flaw; she can’t hold down a relationship. She picks losers because she doesn’t understand how much she’s worth, but I know. She likes to cook too, but not on Tuesdays. I guess it’s because she gets back too late from her jog in the park, so she showers and goes to the sushi bar.
So here we are. It’s time for some shrimp and Philadelphia rolls. Those are her favorites. Vivvie is a regular here. The manager and the workers know her by name. They all like her because she is so pleasant. She’s always smiling, yet I know she frowns a lot when she’s alone… well she thinks she’s alone, but I’m watching. Right now she’s wearing tight blue jeans and a form-fitted button-down shirt. She has it buttoned down enough to show just a hint of cleavage, but not too much because she’s a lady. I love the way she can maintain that balance: being so sexy, yet so very classy.
She’s ordering from the bar. She dated the bartender for a few months. It was hot and heavy at first, but he screwed it up. He started dating some other woman, and never told her. The woman happened to be one of her employees and a good friend who accidentally blabbed about the infidelity in the lunchroom. Vivvie just happened to be around the corner and overheard. It’s not like they were married or anything, but it hurt her anyway. She decided to cut off the relationship, because she didn’t appreciate the deception; at least that’s what she told her mom on the phone.
I can hear her conversation from where I’m sitting.
“Hey Viv! How’s it going,” Richie, the bartender asks?
She gives him a half-hearted grin and says “It’s going as good as it’s gonna go. Give me my regular.”
Richie sighs. “You know I hate making mojitos.”
“Stop being lazy and just do it. Besides you make them well,” she says.
He turns his back to her and starts gathering the necessary ingredients. “I miss you,” he says as he muddles the mint and syrup together.”
“I don’t think you do. Besides, I don’t miss you, Vivvie says.
“C’mon, give me break. If that were true, why is it that you still come here, every Tuesday?”
“Because I like the sushi and I like the mojitos. But believe me; I don’t like you.”
He laughs as he hands her the mojito.
She takes a sip, and nods her head in approval. “This is good, and just so you know…I’m not going to let you change my routine. You’re not that important,” she says.
“Just so you know I really don’t want you sitting here, if you are going to be a *****,” Richie says.
She stands and takes another sip of her drink, then she says “This mojito isn’t minty enough, and throws the drink in his face.
Whoa…now I’m excited. Vivvie is so amazing. I can’t take this anymore. Maybe, I’ll go ahead and say hello. “Hey can I buy you another mojito?”