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Cinderella
meets a man
A
short romance novel
By Pierre
Coda (Continued from
Cinderella's single life)
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As much as I liked my cute pink fridge, it was so small.
While I stocked my favorite goodies in the fridge, there was
hardly any space left for some real food. Like so many other
Japanese people, I had no choice but to buy groceries every day. How exciting can that be? Well, you will be surprised to
know that it did seem to be getting a bit exciting for me.
Shopping for groceries everyday was not just my problem - that became clear to me in just a couple of weeks since I started
seeing several familiar faces. Bored salarymen, tired office ladies,
desperate
housewives, and senior citizens. While everyone
seemed to be in a hurry to get out of there, I actually
started to enjoy it after a while since I was looking for exotic
Japanese seafood or some other food that I had never eaten before. |
 After a couple of days, I noticed an extremely
cute man, always dressed in blue suits, doing something similar.
My initial reaction after seeing him was, "Oh poor guy! He's so cute but still doesn't have someone to cook for him". It
seems that he really enjoyed his meals since I saw him doing things that only chefs might do - examining the contents very
carefully, seriously reading descriptions on boxes, even sniffing some of the food items, and to top it all, taking his own
time to select his groceries. This was, of course, absolutely unusual because most of my colleagues simply did not cook or
preferred instant
noodles if they had no choice but to cook.
After a few days of running into each other in the same aisles,
or looking at the same items, we did make some eye
contact, but I was too shy to even say 'sumimasen' when my Louis
Vuitton bag hit him. There were days, when I would look for him and would get disappointed if I did not see him. I would
just walk around the store, hoping that he would show up, guessing that his
boss may be nasty or he missed his train, or
he had important things to do. Walking back home on these days, with my grocery bags in one hand, umbrella in the other,
and my bag on my shoulder, I would wonder about him.
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I had not seen him for three days in a row since he did not
appear on Friday and there was no way I could see him during the weekend. I thought about him as I looked into the fridge to
see what I would have to buy tonight. I even wondered if I should ask for his recommendations since he definitely
appeared to be smarter about food than I was. As I was dressing up on Monday morning, I kept thinking of him. Does
he find me attractive? What is his favorite color? I love pink,
but does he? I always see him in blue but that is what most
salarymen have to wear. Didn't I notice
a red tie with
flowers the other day? So he does have a taste for colors!
I do have several dresses with tropical flowers that I got as a
gift from Hiroko when she went to Hawaii, but I couldn't wear them to work. How do I tell him I share his passion for tropical flowers? As I searched into my drawers, I found a
camisole with dark red flowers on black background. I could use this today, button up my jacket to the top at work and then
open it up in the evening. As I put my legs into my panties
(Leak
proof panties) with bright yellow flowers, I thought about him. "I think I will
definitely see him tonight", I told myself as I grabbed my bag
and ran out of the apartment.
Continued:
A
date with middle eastern cuisine |
