The Public Library

I really was trying my hardest not to type in WordPress in my URL. I  need to do homework. Especially the 4 essays that are on my prep list that my professor wanted to give us the 2nd week of classes. I need to knuckle down, man. I was trying so hard to not go on WordPress, but being here in the public library, there are just so many things to blog about. Don’t get me wrong, public libraries are awesome when home is too loud to study or when the patio is just too damp to concentrate. In that case, the public library is the best friend.

So I sit here. Trying my best to do my research paper on C. Chavez and the Grape Boycott when this extremely handsome, well suited, nicely shaven, deliciously smelling business man props himself right next to me. Right next to this exact computer. Briefcase and all, he sits and with a beautiful grin on his face he turns his head and grins. AT ME. Agh. 

I cannot help myself but flush and smile this corny little girl smile, like I just heard daddy say he’s taking me to the carnival. I’m helpless. Suddenly I find myself typing at a slower pace than my normal 79 wpm. 

“Can I borrow your pen?” (!!!! :O !!!!) Here I am smiling like a total idiot as I stare at my pen not even believing he’s talking to me. “It writes in purple, ” I say embarrassed. Dammit Danna, you need to start carrying the professional colored pens, my conscience growls“I think my boss will be amused.” I hand it to him and in a not so creepy way, I stare at him as he sways the pen left to right as he writes. He hands me my pen while barely brushing his arm against mine and says, “Thanks, very smooth,” 

Is he talking about my pen or my skin? Definitely not your skin, you weirdo. She says again.

I freeze and stare at my screen and from the corner of my face I see his grin. He licks his lips and releases a chuckle. Instinctively, I look at him; regretting it the minute I do. 

“You’re a fast typer.” 

“‘Typer’ isn’t a word. Thanks…,” Dammit. Why did I just correct this handsome, important looking man? Do I have to ruin everything? He turns as he arches his thick dark eyebrows at me and says, “You see this suit? When a professor says a word, don’t correct him. Especially when its a well-given compliment to a very pretty girl.”

OMG. Someone wake me up! …wait, he’s a professor? WHAT? he’s so young looking and so… so hot. 

I smile and I keep typing slower than ever. He notices, “Please, don’t slow down. You’re pretty fast. I like.” Woah.

People stare and I flush. I can feel my olive skin tone turn red. He winks. 

Oh my. 

I try to ignore him as I dig in my back pack in hopes of escaping from this man who is absorbing my concentration. “Did you find it?” LOL I laugh out of nervousness and I scream to my conscience, KILL ME. “What? Huh? Find what?” I say blankly and not to mention, stupidly. “What ever it is that your desperately in search for, ” he smiles that awfully, incredible grin.

“Where do you teach at?” I have no idea where that came from, but I needed to get him off my back. “I’m an online professor.”

“You have to dress that way to teach kids online?

“No, I have to dress this way if I want to see a very pretty girl like you.”

I die. Right there. I stare at him as he tries to find the words that are trying to escape from my lips. I just smile. And again, I flush. All awkwardly and such. You’re such a dork. “T-th-thank you. i studder. 

“What are you studying?”

“English. Grape Boycott.”

“Oh, very well then. History and English, my favorite.”

“Mhm,” is the only thing that I could muster out. 

“How long until you leave?”

Am I annoying him? “Soon. As soon as I get more info on Cesar Chavez.”

“Oh,” he raises his eye brows again, killing me once more.

I try to block him out as he pulls out his iphone. I continue to type and he interrupts me by clearing his throat.

Staring at him, I grab my water bottle and wait for whatever he about to say with that profound look on his face. 

“I hear the coffee shop across the street has great coffee. Care to join, miss.”

“Please don’t do that. I’m Danna.”

“Danna. Fits you. Would you care to grab coffee? I can help you gather some info on Mr. Chavez’s impacting movement.”

I look at him. Part of me is so ecstatic and fluttery, and my conscience part is annoyed, trying to just get work done. I grab my pens and notebooks and put them in my bag. 

“I hear the Espresso is great,” I say, even surprising myself. 

“Espresso it is.”

We both get up and I see the faces of the other people. Oh man.

“Wait, who are you? I didn’t even bother asking. I’m so sorry!” I say so embarrassed. 

“it’s the suit, I’m telling you. It’s Luc.”

Luc. Luc the most handsome, well-suited, delicious smelling business man I have ever met in the public library. I follow him out the door to our cars. And I definitely cherish the moment. He holds open the door for me along with the crowd coming in and out. I watch as he moves so delicately yet so impacting. Greeting the strangers that look at him looking at me. We walk in noisy silence and I can’t help but stare at his dark complexion as it glistens with the sun rays. 

“Danna… Danna…” I open my eyes and I see Meredith, the cute little librarian softly touching my shoulder, begging me to wake. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I guess the Grape Boycott wore me out,” I say, turning my head towards the computers in hopes of finding Luc.

“Are you almost finished? You’ve been here since this morning non-stop studying, you need to rest. You work in 2 hours.” I glance at my phone. 14:47. 

“I better go. It’s a good 35 minute drive. Thank you,” I say, still confused.

“Have a great day Danna, get some coffee or something. Take care.” I frown as I wave, “See you tomorrow, Ms. Mer.

Disappointingly I pack up my things and start for the exit.

An espresso sure sounds yummy.

😉

-Danna

 

 

An Award for me, An award for YOU

Feeling guilty as ever because I have not posted in response to Empathy Deserves A Comeback. He nominated me for the Sunshine award for being a positive and inspiring blogger, which put the cherry and chocolate syrup on top of my fantastic sundae. I love getting that kind of feedback, because really, that’s my goal as a blogger.

So upon acceptance of this award, a few things need to be done. Mike had re-posted the rules which really are quite simple. (Don’t ask me why it took me so long…) 😛 First of all, Thank the person who gave you the award, then answer the ten, or how many questions are provided, after that, make sure you nominate your favorite blogs at the moment, ask your questions and then place the award on your blog! (Btw Mike, or any of you reading; how the heck do I post the award on my blog? I’m such a newbie. {not really, i’m just having the most trouble figuring out WordPress!}) That’s all!

So, Muchas Gracias Empathy Deserves A Comeback. Knowing that I created something positive and inspired even just a single soul, definitely made my day. It still does even just thinking about it! I followed your blog a few days ago and I enjoy your posts. I wish you the very best on your recovery! Oh by the way readers, Check out his “I DO” post; it is GRRRREAT. (I’ll comment under your post, Mike, as soon as I am done with this!

Mike’s Questions My Answers:

1. What is the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to you? Oh my! Haha. Well I can definitely confess that the most embarrassing thing happened most recently. I was playing soccer with my older brother and a friend of ours. I wasn’t feeling good to begin with. I was battling with our friend for the ball and as I was about to make my shot, I pass gas. (I’m grateful that you guys aren’t seeing my face right now.) It was such an embarrassment. You can’t even imagine. Just the way it happened. We fart, it happens. It just wasn’t supposed to happen then. Ha.

2. If you could have any animal for a pet, what animal would you choose? A panda, because why not?

3. Who is the person that has inspired you the most? My family have always been my inspiration. But really, my past experiences are the ones who have really inspired me to be the way I am.

4. What is the best movie that you have ever watched? Cold Mountain. Check it out. Its a ridiculous Romance story with a very realistic ending as opposed to such a corny cliche one. I love it. & its quite humorous, too.

5. What is one flaw that you have? Sometimes, I take life too serious and forget to smell the flowers. I need to breathe. I do, but sometimes I forget to exhale.

6. What is the one thing in life that you appreciate most? Thing? Books. They take me to a world different than mine. They open my eyes wider than they already are. They make me feel alive.

7. If you were to live in any time period, when would you choose to be alive? I don’t know when the era was, because everyone says different. But I’d of loved to be in the “Good ol days” whatever those days were. Take me back or take me forward to those days.

8. What do you love most about yourself? I love the fact that I can inspire others even when I don’t know I am doing it.

9. What is your favorite candy? I absolutely love Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups.

10. If you were able to choose a celebrity to date, who would it be? Ben Aflek. He is inspiring to me.

And now HERE are my fave blogs for the moment…

Surrendering to Simplicity because you are an amazing writer and you are awesome for making such depth out of something so simple. Keep writing please.

Girl On the Contrary because I love your “Thought on a Friday” posts. Keep doing it!

Write, Write, Write, Sleep, Wright because you have the power of writing Haikus that can tell a whole story that a narrative essay or novel takes pages to reveal. “Blinding Lies”, I really like.

The War In My Brain because your posts are simply simple. Nothing to try to think about. Just something great to read. 🙂 Oh, and your cats! I lovvvve.

Twirlybunny because I like your short posts. It just gives your followers an inside scoop what your day. Whether good or bad. Keep at it.

So here are My answers, bloggers!

1. What is your best vacation memory?

2. What is your top 3 pet peeves?

3. What made you blog?

4. What is your 2 favorite work out songs?

5. If you could change the world, what would you do?

6. Would you rather skydive or get in a pool with tarantulas?

7. What is your culture? How is is special to you?

8. What author do you recommend me? I enjoy fiction, romance(humor romance), young adult, tragedies, self harm/help, abuse, real or not, I love reading about it. Who do you recommend?

9. Where do you want to travel?

10. What is it about life that you cherish? Any noun is fine.

There you guys go. Answer away! Keep writing, all of you.

Good luck!

-Danna

What Does Love Mean to Me?

Love. What a lousy word for such a strange feeling. But really, its not just a feeling. I must confess it is also a state of being. A place. A person. A thing. Love is a noun, but much more. Love is where you want to be. Where you need to be. Where your heart wants you at. Love is everything and anything you want and do not want. Love is so much more than we can handle. Yes, we. 

Love is a confusing place. You don’t really know when you’re there, until you actually fall on your ass and bruise your heart. You don’t ever really know when it happened, it just did. Some way, some how.

“We fall in love like we fall asleep. Slowly, then all at once.”

John Green. He was so right, and still is.

Love is a place where you don’t mind the the rhythm being off beat. Where you can be there all day to hear the waves crash onto shore and splash you with the coldest water, only to hit you back into reality. That’s what love is. Love is cold, but yet warm. Too cold to make you bitter and too warm to burn your insides. Only you get to decide what love truly is, and how it will make you. Inside and out.

To me, love is when you can sleep at night knowing you have the best out there. Love is satisfaction. Its illumination. Its charm. Love is never wanting to let go even though you know someday you’ll have to. Love is hand holding until your hands sweat, until your knuckles turn red and the in between of your fingers become sore. Love is not giving a damn what is done in public. What is said, or what is expressed. Love is a place we’re all afraid of entering, because we all know one day we’ll have to exit.

We are afraid to love because we are afraid to hate. We are afraid to hate what we once loved-who we once loved.

Love is giving everything to someone – and I mean EVERYTHING; more than you thought you had…knowing that it is very possible you won’t get the same in return. Love is getting out there and doing that something no one would have seen you do. Love is a place we want to test all of our senses. A place where we die to be in, yet live for it. Love is thinking there is a happily ever after. Love is not giving to shits of what the outsiders say or hear. Love is a rumor waiting to be investigated Love is knowing you will get hurt but there you are swimming with the sharks. That’s what love is. Careless. Wild. Free. Scary. Who am I kidding? Love is fucking frightening. Its a place we are too young to be in, too old to try, and just right to give it a shot.

Love is nothing written above. Love is what YOU want it to be. But to me, Love is a place I am dying to go to. A psalm I am dying to listen to. A taste my tongue is dying to savor. A smell my nostrils are waiting to come by.

Love is wanting to be wanted. Love is being desired in all ways shapes and forms.

Love is my friend, but yet my enemy. Love is my life, but yet it kills me. Love is not being able to control the flames coming out of me. Love is nothing that everyone says it is. Love is something no one could ever give an explanation to. No one, but yourself.

Love is waiting for you to let it in, no matter how much time you fall and get bruised. Love is precious. Hang on to it. And if you don’t know if what you have is love, hang on to it more. Because love is the unknowing.

Love only hits you once. Once. Only if you’re lucky. Only.

TBC…

-Danna